His physique was impressive, solid and robust—a fact she had deeply experienced last night, and his strength was astonishingly great.
His powerful arms gripped her legs, and she had absolutely no way to break free.
Subconsciously, she wanted to cover her eyes with her hands, only to realize that both her hands were covered in chicken soup.
Embarrassed, she quickly closed her eyes, blushing so fiercely she felt her face might start bleeding.
Yet he deliberately walked up to her and said, "Are you planning to drink two portions of chicken soup by yourself?"
"No, one of the bowls is for you!"
She extended it out by feeling...
After a long moment without a response, she cautiously opened her eyes to find he had vanished.
She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and saw Gong Tingxuan's figure showering in the bathroom.
She quickly finished her end of the chicken soup and then waited for him with the other bowl in hand.
