Gu Mohan left while Tang Mo'er drifted off into sleep on the plush bed. Not long after, strong arms carried her up, placing her easily onto a muscular lap. The man's voice sounded close and magnetic to her ears, "Mo'er, wake up. Eat the porridge first. "
Tang Mo'er opened her sleepy eyes and rubbed them, only to see the man being magnified in her line of vision. "You're back?"
"Mm." He hugged her with one arm and allowed her to rest comfortably in his arms. Taking the spoon with his other hand, he fed her the red bean porridge.
Tang Mo'er ate the porridge that he fed her. She was so touched she was unsure if it was the porridge, or the thoughtfulness of his gesture that touched her more. A tinge of warm sweetness enveloped her heart.
"Is it delicious?"
