Yu Chiyin looked at her with a deep and gentle gaze, lowered his head, and ate the porridge off the spoon, but couldn't taste anything.
As it entered his mouth, all he could feel was sweetness, a sweetness that reached his heart.
Lu Fengxuan looked up, her eyes filled with anticipation, and asked, "How's the taste? Is it good?"
"Mhm, it's delicious."
Yu Chiyin answered without thinking, appearing to be indifferent.
Seeing him like this, Lu Fengxuan said offhandedly, "Forget it, even if I fed you poison, you'd probably say it's delicious."
She shouldn't expect an honest opinion from him.
The man heard what she said and didn't rebut, seemingly agreeing with her.
Lu Fengxuan sighed softly and raised her hand to touch his face, her tone full of heartfelt concern as she said:
"You're so obedient, be careful or I might sell you off one day."
Sell off? Yu Chiyin's brows slightly raised, his hand on her waist gradually tightened.
