Ye Muyu's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. "I'm not a child. I'm a mother now."
"In my heart, you are a child." Chu Heng's tone was firm and he spoke from the bottom of his heart. His gaze was fixed on Ye Muyu.
He wanted to hug her, but he was afraid that he would scare her.
Especially now that he had to force her to admit her true feelings.
Ye Muyu stopped talking and slowly finished the bowl of ginger soup. Perhaps it was because she had caught a cold, but she had no appetite at all. She pushed the bowl he was holding and said softly, "I don't want to eat lunch. I want to rest for a while."
Chu Heng frowned. "No, you have to eat at least a little. Otherwise, you won't have the strength to recover."
"I've already asked Madam Hu to make some of your favorite soup. We were lucky this time and bought some seafood. There's a kind of seaweed that can be used to make soup."
