But after Zhou Xinlan finished cooking, she had Huang Yingying take the meal over to Lin Tian.
"Lin... Lin Tian, let me feed you," Huang Yingying said, blushing and sounding shy.
Lin Tian nodded and sat up in bed, enjoying the attention from Huang Yingying.
Spoon by spoon, Huang Yingying fed him the tender and freshly made egg custard, her beautiful eyes brimming with shyness.
If this had been before, Lin Tian wouldn't have even dared to dream of such a scene, but now it was really happening, and it wasn't at his request, but because Huang Yingying had come to serve him on her own initiative.
This couldn't help but give Lin Tian the illusion of living in a dream.
"Lin Tian, did my mom talk to you?" Huang Yingying asked, twisting and turning.
"Yes, she just told me," Lin Tian nodded.
"Then what... what do you think?" Huang Yingying asked again, her voice as light as a mosquito's hum, barely audible.
