Feeding Chu Yichen Porridge

Li An'an really wanted to give him a bowl to worsen his condition. Even when he was sick, he continued to torture others. However, she eventually picked up the spoon and smiled warmly. "This porridge was boiled for three hours. It's soft and delicious. It melts in your mouth and is easy to digest. After eating it, I guarantee that your illness will recover tomorrow. Have a bite, okay?"

Li An'an took out a spoon and patiently coaxed Chu Yichen to eat. She smiled warmly, but Chu Yichen maintained a poker face. She smiled until her face almost froze, but he wouldn't open his mouth. He just stared at her coldly.

Li An'an couldn't take it anymore. Chu Yichen's facial features were deep set and well-defined, his eyes were long and charming, and his lips were thin. Even when he wasn't smiling, the curvature was beautiful, deep and mysterious. Moreover, he was unsmiling and expressionless! And that made it stressful for her.