Qiao Yin was very surprised, as the old him was inattentive and careless about everything regarding her. Now, the situation had changed—he had paid attention just because she had eaten a few more strawberries, going as far as to move things over from the Lu Family.
It was known that Lu Lingche never deigned to take things from that place before.
Yuanshan had already washed the fruits. He carried out two crystal fruit plates, placed them on the coffee table, and then left. When leaving, he was considerate enough to close the door behind them, to prevent the cold wind from blowing into the living room.
Looking at the two full plates of fruit, Qiao Yin said with some concern, "But I'm already full, I can't eat any more now."
Lu Lingche covered her with a thin blanket and then scooped her into his arms, "It's alright, just eat them later when you are hungry."
Qiao Yin's head was resting on his chest, and his arm encircled her waist, giving her an indescribable sense of comfort.
