"Me?"
Lin Yuan didn't know what bad karma he had incurred to land such a task on his head.
"No! I don't want a man to feed me!"
He Chengze's reaction was particularly strong. Surrounded by so many women, the mere thought of a man feeding him soup made him break out in goosebumps.
He Xizhou looked at them both indifferently.
Lin Yuan and He Chengze lowered their flags in surrender.
In the end, Lin Yuan picked up the soup bowl and sat by the bedside, becoming the perfect toolman. He spooned the soup into He Chengze's mouth, who drank with difficulty.
"Uncle..."
Shen Wanxing stifled a laugh. While He Chengze wasn't paying attention, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Are you jealous?"
Her lips brushed past his earlobe.
He Xizhou turned his head. Was it intentional or accidental?
She dared to be so bold in front of He Chengze?
He Xizhou pointed at the soup tureen and commanded, "Feed me!"
"Cough cough cough..."
