This vast estate housed only him, without even a soul to converse with on an ordinary day.
By now, Su Miaomiao's anger towards Xie Yuan had utterly dissipated.
Feeling the effects of the alcohol, her head fuzzy, a maternal instinct overflowed, making her want to take good care of Xie Yuan.
She turned around, shuffling over in her slippers with little cats on them, leaned forward slightly, and offered him the remaining beef on the plate.
"Sir, would you like some spicy beef?"
"I made it myself, it's really fragrant."
She wondered if a big shot like him, seemingly out of touch with ordinary life, would appreciate this flavor.
"If you like it, maybe next time I could make some for you as a snack?"
Xie Yuan's dark eyes watched her as he slowly lifted his hand.
"Dirty hands."
"It's okay, I'll feed you."
Su Miaomiao picked up her chopsticks and grabbed a slice of beef.
Halfway through the motion, she remembered that she had eaten from it. Xie Yuan might mind, right?
