"All done!"
After about fifteen minutes, Lin Xi finally fed the last spoonful of soup. After informing the other women, she placed the thermal flask on the bedside table and then took out a napkin to wipe off the grease from the corners of Wang Yu's mouth.
Her statement resonated as if she were giving orders.
Liu Jiayi's thoughts were dragged back from the distant horizon, and she looked at Wang Yu furrowing her brows; Qin Yue's originally gentle gaze suddenly turned unfriendly, and even the previously tender Lin Xi's expression became very serious at this moment.
As for Wang Xi, although her brows were also furrowed, somehow she just looked so cute and lacked any killing power.
The expressions of the women all broadcasted a clear signal: they had set their sights on Wang Yu, and the upcoming situation could be extremely detrimental to him. Even a pig could see this, so how could Wang Yu be unaware?
