Liu Yuan was still holding Ling Hua in his arms, but his original sense of fulfillment and security had disappeared.
The moment his smile froze, he also felt the soft and fragrant body in his arms stiffening.
This slight degree, how to put it, was very subtle.
It was like eating delicious and fragrant braised fish. The moment you picked up a large piece of fish and dipped it in the soup and put it into your mouth, you were full of anticipation and ready to enjoy the delicious taste, only to suddenly find that the fish had been mixed with ginger.
The hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.
A complicated feeling of confusion, anger, disgust, and disgust welled up in your heart, so you stop moving, which appeared a little stiff.
If you forcefully swallowed it, you would destroy the perfection of the fish meat. But if you spat it out, you would lose even more.