Wu Meng picked up the spoon again and continued feeding, but the atmosphere between the two had changed - every touch of the spoon, every brush of the fingertips, carried a subtle electric current.
Xu Jin swallowed the porridge in small sips, but his eyes drifted to Wu Meng's lips from time to time, with a secret desire.
"What happened yesterday..." Xu Jinshi suddenly spoke in a low voice, "I'm sorry... Sister... I shouldn't have made you angry..."
"Keep eating." Wu Meng ordered, scooping another spoonful of porridge to his mouth. "It's all over."
Xu Jinshi's eyelashes trembled violently, and his lips lost their color. He looked like a small animal cornered in a corner, wanting to escape but having nowhere to go.
Wu Meng looked at him like this, suddenly sighed, and reached out to rub his messy black hair.
"Forget it, let's eat first." Her tone softened. "There won't be a next time."
Xu Jinshi felt as if he had been pardoned and continued to accept the food obediently, but the uneasiness in his eyes still remained.
His fingers unconsciously entangled a strand of Wu Meng's hair, as if seeking some kind of comfort. Wu Meng let him play with her hair and did not stop this intimate little gesture.
The only sounds in the restaurant were the occasional crisp sound of the spoon hitting the bowl wall and the intertwined breathing of the two people.
When the last spoonful of porridge was finished, Xu Jinshi was already drowsy, his head nodding as if it would fall into the bowl at any moment. Wu Meng put down the spoon and gently patted his cheek: "Don't sleep, go to the sofa."
Xu Jinshi nodded in a daze, but when he tried to stand up, his legs went weak and he fell forward.
Wu Meng caught him quickly and felt the weight of his entire body pressing on her - much lighter than usual, and it hurt her bones.
"Really..." She grumbled, but still picked him up and carried him to the sofa in the living room. "What a troublesome little wolfdog."
Xu Jinshi nuzzled into her arms, murmuring unconsciously, "...I like you, sister..."
The words were as light as a feather falling to the ground, but they hit Wu Meng's heart hard.
She looked down at the half-asleep man in her arms, her fingertips gently tracing his delicate features, and an unprecedented tenderness welled up in her heart.
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