When Huo Siyu brought the spoon to Shen Li's lips, Shen Li froze completely.
It was common for a man to feed a sick woman, and if a couple is in a good relationship, such actions could really earn a man some points in the woman's heart.
Objectively speaking, Huo Siyu was extremely affectionate towards her, but this was Huo Siyu, a man who even had his maids assist him with dressing. How could he feed someone else?
"Don't you like it?" Huo Siyu asked, puzzled. The porridge was Shen Li's own choice; it made no sense for her not to like it.
Could it be that his feeding posture was incorrect?
"No... I am just very surprised," Shen Li said, obediently drinking the porridge from the spoon and then added, "I can feed myself."
