The very vulgar shouting naturally attracted the eardrums of Yan Susu and Xiang. They both looked towards the open door and vaguely caught a glimpse of a thick-set man in the hall, wearing a luxurious lake blue suit.
The long-robed man stood in front, and behind him, two servants in green clothes were driving a drunken man.
It was the drunkard who was causing trouble. Yan Susu recognized it and couldn't help but frown.
"What? Want to see the excitement?" Xiang said coldly, and the spoon in his hand fell back into the porridge meal. In his life, he had never drank porridge since he became sensible.
In his opinion, gruel is only eaten by the old, weak, sick, disabled and women. How could he, a man, drink such things?
I almost made an exception today, but I didn't expect this farce to happen. It seems that God doesn't agree with him eating porridge.
"No, a drunkard, nothing to see! Oh, why don't you drink? Drink quickly!" Yan Susu turned her eyes back and said indifferently, but her eyes came into contact with his hand that let go of the spoon, feeling a little unhappy.
"I want to go see the excitement, help me!" He stretched out his hand, looking like an uncle.
Yan Susu raised her slender hand, but instead of helping him, she grabbed the porridge bowl. Regardless of whether he wanted it or not, she scooped up a spoonful and put it to her mouth, blew it to cool down, and then forced it into his mouth.
"You don't go to see the fun until you're full and have nothing to do, so you should eat until you're full first!" After saying that, a slightly rude spoonful of red date and wolfberry porridge was poured into Xiang's mouth.
Xiang's frosty face, which had not changed for thousands of years, froze for a moment, and then a complex light shone in his eyes, looking at Yan Susu's white hands. His brows were all tangled together.
The thin woman standing in front of him was feeding him roughly like a child who was disobedient and refused to eat. Inexplicably, a long-lost warmth rose in his heart.
"I'll do it myself!" This is what he should say. After all, it's outrageous for a grown man to let a woman feed him.
But for a long time, he couldn't say it out loud, just because he was greedy for such warmth.
Seeing that he didn't resist and cooperated obediently, Yan Susu's movements became softer: "Let me tell you, porridge is neither male nor female. Your blood is severely injured, your body is weak, and you haven't eaten for a long time, so you can only eat first.
Eat a little porridge, and then..."
"Damn it, my little brother, Marquis Dingyang, is the one who can be beaten by your little drugstore. Who is here? Come and smash it with me!"
Yan Susu was interrupted by the noise outside only halfway through her words of advice.
Xiang was enjoying her feeding and her soft instructions, but he was suddenly interrupted at this moment. His beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but tighten, and his eyes were full of black energy.