Jing Muchen was expressionless. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge with one hand and brought it to Su Ruowan's lips.
She didn't dare to be negligent and quickly opened her mouth to finish the porridge.
Perhaps it was because of her injury, plus she had not drunk a drop of water for the entire day, Su Ruowan ate mouthful after mouthful and quickly finished the entire bowl of porridge. When Jing Muchen stopped handing her the spoon, Su Ruowan's large eyes were still looking at the bowl.
Jing Muchen's thin lips were originally pursed and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together. At this moment, he gave a rare smile. His thin lips curled up slightly and his handsome face instantly softened.
Even though she was holding a bowl and spoon in her hands, she still looked elegant and beautiful.
Su Ruowan looked at his rare amiable appearance and couldn't help but stare blankly. Her small mouth was slightly open and she was a little stunned.