Xian Zihao's mouth twitched. He continued to scoop another spoon and put it on his lips to test the temperature. He then fed her, "What are you thinking? Smiling and laughing like a crazy woman."
"I am happy to have a good husband." Jiang Ruolan didn't hide her words while tilting her head and smiling. As she drank the soup, she subtly bit her lip, "This is rib soup, hmm ... This is the tastiest thing I've ever tasted in my life!"
Xian Zihao chuckled, "Drink your soup. There's no need for you to sweet-talk, I'm not going to run away. "
Jiang Ruolan poured the soup into the bowl again, then took the spoon in Xian Zihao's hand and followed his example. She blew the soup and delivered it to his mouth, "You just got off the plane this morning and drove to Xian Residence for 2 hours. Then you drove back to the hospital without stopping. I can't drink so much, so you at least drink a little."
