"I can feed myself with my own hands and feet, why are you feeding me?"
"Then I have hands and feet too, and you still feed me often, don't you?" Chenxing curved her lips and gently patted him twice, "Get up quickly, drink this and then you can go back to sleep."
Gu Shaocheng smiled, half-reclining in bed obediently.
After a moment of contemplation, his expression appeared complex, but he tried to hide it, "In the future, I'll have you feed me every day, let's see if you still have this enthusiasm by then."
"Of course, I will."
"Really?"
"Definitely."
"Alright then, remember your words. You're not allowed to go back on them or get disgusted by me," Gu Shaocheng said, opening his mouth wide.
One responsible for feeding, the other for eating.
Watching her, so innocent and full of vitality, he suddenly felt overwhelmed with guilt.
