Ye Shengge couldn't have been angrier. Not only was she not mad, but her face was also blushing.
That man had never fed her personally, let alone looked at her with such a gentle gaze.
She couldn't take it anymore. She opened her mouth to take the soup dumpling, but just as she was about to bite it, Ji Shiting moved his hand back and missed her.
She stared at that man speechlessly. She hadn't realized he had such a childish side before.
Ji Shiting seemed to have noticed something from her gaze. He raised an eyebrow, grabbed her chin and put the soup dumpling into her mouth. However, before she could close her mouth, the man's lips and tongue blocked her mouth and bit off half of the soup dumpling.
Soon, Ye Shengge felt that her mouth was filled with soup and the man's burning tongue.
This way of feeding was both erotic and… unsanitary. Her face was flushed, and she put her hands on his chest, wanting to reject him, but she couldn't bear to.
