Wei Anning had not yet reacted when Leng Youchen already let go of her, and he picked up the chopsticks to eat in a slow and methodical manner. The man exuded an innate pride and nobility, even his eating gestures were elegant and attractive.
Wei Anning held her chin in her hands, her gaze fixed on him like a blooming flower, "Leng Youchen, were you just moved?"
Suddenly Leng Youchen choked on the tender tofu that had gone down the wrong pipe, coughing up a storm. Wei Anning quickly stood up, lightly patting his back while not forgetting to chide him, "Look at you, so grown up and still choking on your food."
The man's ears tinted red with embarrassment, surely it was her sudden comment that made him choke.
Indeed, he was touched to have the hangover soup made by his wife on that morning after his drunken stupor, so on a whim, he had said those words. Annoyed, he brushed her hand away and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
