Yvette was confused.
What did it have to do with Lance whether she ate or not? She would eat, of course. But Lance's presence made her lose her appetite.
"Get..."
Before she could say the other word "out", Yvette's mouth was captured in a deep kiss.
Yvette could hardly make a sound.
Lance slid his tongue between her lips and tasted her flavor. He was surprisingly gentle, possibly because he thought of the pain in her mouth.
But even so, it still reminded Yvette of what had happened in the bathroom. She felt so disgusted that she directly spilled the soup all over Lance.
Lance was scalded by the hot soup. His face darkened when he let go of Yvette.
Just when Yvette thought that Lance was going to get angry again, he calmed himself down and opened another box of soup. Lance said coldly, "Eat it. Otherwise, I will feed you the same way I did just now."
Yvette simply could not understand what he was trying to do.