Wei Yu had never fed anyone in his life. His movements with the spoon looked very stiff and uncomfortable, but he would not go back on his word. He frowned. Convincing himself it was just feeding. Treat it as feeding a pet. It made no difference. The hand holding the spoon slowly reached for her. "Eat," he said in an uncomfortable tone.
Not only were his movements stiff, but his tone was also cold. The heat in the room was strong. Pei Jiao was wearing a loose sweater that Wen Qiong had given her. It barely fit her, but the collar was a little too big.
Seeing that Wei Yu was feeding her with a dark expression, Pei Jiao secretly gritted her molars. Then, as if unintentionally, she leaned over. Her collar slid down a little as she leaned over, revealing a piece of her fair skin.
Unsurprisingly, Wei Yu saw it. But he didn't take another look and immediately glanced away.
