Feeding Bread

The man had been adhering to his duty just now and even deliberately kept a distance from her. Why couldn't he take it anymore in the dead of night?

The man forcefully pulled Feng Qing in front of him and controlled her hands to not push him away. Then, he fed a ball of sticky bread to Feng Qing in the same way as before. After the man chewed, the bread was no longer dry or dregs. She was trapped in a corner by the man like a pitiful kitten being forcefully fed by the man.

Looking at the remaining dry bread, Potian stuffed it all into his mouth. He planned to feed the remaining bread to Feng Qing in the same way. As the man chewed, he looked at the woman's increasingly red face. Feng Qing's black eyes were shining with a crystal clear luster. She was staring at him without blinking. Although she did not speak again, the woman's eyes were filled with reproach.

The corners of Potian's mouth curled up. "Do you want water?"