I'll give you a month

Arianne extended her arms, wanting to lift the bowl of porridge so she can start eating right away, but the man had other plans.

When the trolley a foot away, the wheels swerved into the side and the man dragged a seat next to her.

Under her astonished eyes, the blue man, the steam off the porridge and brought the spoon to her mouth. His actions were so gentle, treating her as fragile porcelain.

"You're tired from last night. I'll feed you." Quite different from last night's untamed behavior, the man was cool and collected. His gaze that was usually piercing lost its sharpness and the only traces of fondness dulling the edges were magnified.