Ning Xiaofei quietly turned her face to look, meeting Mu Tianye's eyes as she attempted an ingratiating smile.
"Husband…"
The man's expression darkened.
Knowing she couldn't escape her fate, Ning Xiaofei could only take the bowl and bring it to her lips, carefully taking a small sip.
The soup was rich with the flavor of ginger, the spiciness hitting her nose directly, and as she swallowed, Ning Xiaofei nearly choked on her tears.
"Hus… husband," she said pitifully, lifting her face from the large bowl, "can I add some sugar?"
She was just looking for an excuse; by the time she would get back with the sugar, the soup would have cooled down, so what use would it be?
Mu Tianye frowned.
"No!"
Helpless, Ning Xiaofei closed her eyes and hugged the large bowl to her mouth.
Glug glug glug…
In one breath, she downed the soup in the bowl.
