Yu Jiuyuan obediently let him lead her, like a well-behaved pet.
She sat in the chair, watching him serve her soup with his uninjured hand. His movements were slightly clumsy, but they were reassuringly earnest.
The soup was her favorite corn and pork rib soup, stewed until tender and soft, with the sweetness of the corn mixed with the aroma of the pork ribs, making it so comforting and warming to the heart.
Yu Jiuyuan took two sips, then suddenly put down her spoon, walked to Rong Shenghan's side, bent down and kissed the corner of his lips.
"The soup the baby made is so delicious."
Her voice was sweet and slightly sticky, "It tastes even better than what the chef at home makes."
Rong Shenghan's ears burned slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."
Yu Jiuyuan, however, stayed by his side and refused to leave, insisting that he feed her before she would drink.
Helpless, Rong Shenghan could only pick up the spoon and feed her spoonful by spoonful.
The moment the spoon touches her lips, she gently takes it in her mouth, leaving a warm, moist sensation, as if deliberately teasing her.
She spent almost an hour drinking soup; it was less of a meal and more of a display of her coquettishness.
Rong Shenghan let her act recklessly, but his heart felt filled with something warm and swollen.
He knew that this tender gesture called "compensation" might soon come to an end.
Once his injuries heal and the Su family's affairs are completely resolved, she might revert to being that calm, self-possessed young lady who manipulates everyone.
But at least for now, she belonged to him completely.
She is Yu Jiuyuan, who would snuggle in his arms and act coquettishly, call him "baby," and say she loves him again and again, belonging only to him.
Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Yu Jiuyuan leaned on Rong Shenghan's shoulder, playing with his fingers in her hand, and muttering about the interesting things that happened at school.
Rong Shenghan listened quietly, occasionally responding with a sound, his gaze falling on the whorl on the top of her head, his eyes almost overflowing with tenderness.
In this game, it seems that who is whose master and who is whose pet has become less important.
The important thing is that the warmth at this moment is real, the excitement at this moment is real, and the fact that she is in his arms at this moment is also real.
Rong Shenghan lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her head, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Yuanyuan, I love you too."
I love it so much.
Even knowing it's a trap, they'd still willingly jump in.
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