To face it in person

Lingxuyao saw that she was just about to put another spoonful of porridge into his mouth, reached out and held her hand, then lowered his head to grab the spoon and gulped down the porridge.

Jiang Shuxia's eyes were wide open as she looked at him. This man was openly snatching her porridge to drink, and she was even using the spoon she was using.

"Lingxuyao!"

"Hmm?" He licked his lips and looked straight at her, waiting for her to say something.

Seeing Lingxuyao's expression, which was staring straight at her, Jiang Shuxia's voice paused, became a little awkward, and then, she said in a daze, "I'm saying … "This porridge is really not bad …"

Lingxuyao smiled, staring at her fair and pink face, "With my deep love for you, how can it not taste good?"

"…" Jiang Shuxia pursed her lips, this man was beginning to be shameless.

But why was she so happy and so embarrassed that she didn't dare to raise her head?