Looking at this bowl of hot and sour noodles with four spoonfuls of chili oil, I calmly picked up the spoon and skimmed off the red oil.

Then, they started eating with their chopsticks.

The man ate with great grace; you could hardly hear him slurping the noodles.

In a short while, he finished off all the noodles at the bottom of the bowl.

The soup was too spicy, so he didn't finish it and only took a few sips.

Seeing that the man's forehead was starting to sweat, Su Yinwan quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe it off for him.

"Is it too spicy? If you can't eat this much spice, don't force yourself. It hurts me to see you like this."

Looking further down, his thin lips were slightly red and swollen.

"I don't like wasting food either."

Rong Jing then told Su Yinwan why he insisted on finishing the hot and sour noodles.

Then, scenes from his previous training at the base flashed through his mind. When he and his companions were surviving in the wild, they couldn't even get a bowl of rice.

The thought of that desolate place meant not only having to fight against opponents with both strength and wit, but also not being able to shoot at carnivores, lest their secret movements be exposed.

Thinking of that hard-won meat pie from back then, Rong Jing's eyes revealed an unfathomable emotion.

Su Yinwan noticed the change in Rong Jing's emotions and moved closer to him.

She touched the man's face and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did the spice hurt your stomach?"

Rong Jing then came to his senses and hugged Su Yinwan tightly.

He nestled in her arms, seeking warmth.

"Hmm? Are you feeling unwell? Ah Jing, say something, I'm worried."

After a while.

He then released his grip on Su Yinwan's waist.

His deep pupils were full of possessiveness.

"Wanwan, you can never betray me in this lifetime, you can't."

"Hmm~"