Luo Qiangwei turned her face away again, her lashes trembling delicately as she pursed her lips and said, "Didn't you say we were eating noodles? You're dawdling without feeding me; can they even be eaten now that they've gone soggy?"
Mo Shiche looked up. "Hmm, my mistake, I'll feed you right away."
He enveloped her in his embrace, picked up the noodles with the spoon, and after blowing on them to cool them down, he brought them to her lips. "Chew slowly, I cooked them very soft."
Luo Qiangwei took a bite.
The all too familiar taste almost made her whole body shake.
Shake so hard that she started to cough violently.
Mo Shiche hurriedly put down the spoon and patted her back. "What's wrong? Did I feed you too quickly? Do you need some water?"
Luo Qiangwei coughed for a while and slowly calmed down. She lowered her gaze and after a long while, she said slowly, "The noodles taste good... really good... I want to finish them all."
Three years ago.
