Si Nan curled his lips, picking up the soup spoon with his left hand and scooping a spoonful of congee into his mouth, then winked at Yige, "See, that's better."
Tang Yige's face grew hot, "Then how will you pick up vegetables?"
"With you here, even plain congee tastes delicious and fills me up." Si Nan gazed at Tang Yige with profound affection.
Tang Yige, "..."
Half unable to stand it, half with her heart pounding furiously.
Was this Si Nan before her really the Si Nan she knew?
This Si Nan was even better and gentler to her than he had ever been at their best times.
Furthermore.
Si Nan was not one for sweet talk, his personality was gentle but also quite reserved.
Words like these, Tang Yige never thought she'd hear coming from Si Nan's mouth.
Tang Yige swallowed and softly said, "Just focus on eating."
As Tang Yige spoke, she tried again to withdraw her hand.
"Don't move."
Si Nan frowned, staring at Tang Yige with displeasure.
Tang Yige, "..."
