"Dammit, what nonsense are you spouting again!" The man's face began to twitch once more, wishing he could strangle this stubborn little woman to death. Was his heart that fickle?
However, the woman in his arms fell silent, slightly tilting her face up to look at the night sky, her expression somewhat sorrowful.
He knew she was thinking of someone she shouldn't be thinking about again.
He then took a cup of hot drink and handed it to her, "Have a little to drink, warm yourself up, no, you shouldn't drink on an empty stomach, have a slice of toast first." Saying this, he picked up a piece of buttered bread and brought it to her lips, acting like a mother for the first time.
She obediently ate it, because she really was hungry, and then took the bread from his hand, "I'll do it myself." She was determined not to let him feed her.
