Maybe it was because Luo Xizheng had such a thing, so the illusion was born.
Xia Ruoqi breathed a sigh of relief, didn't think about it anymore, and returned to Xiaoge room.
When I went in, Xia Ruoqi casually put down the crystal bead curtain at the door. [
Luo Xizheng still kept her posture, sitting there blankly without eating.
Xia Ruoqi froze and walked over him and sat down, "Greek, what's wrong with you, why don't you eat?"
As she said, she picked up the bowl on the table, and a bowl of soup was filled with a bowl of soup.
Luo Xizheng looked at the bowl of soup in a daze, but still didn't move, and did not speak.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it? What do you want to eat? I call the waiter, and then click it again." Xia Ruoqi said, turned around, ready to call the waiter.
Luo Xizheng stopped her, "No need, Ruoqi, these dishes are very good. If you order again, we can't finish it."
His voice was a bit hoarse, as if he had a serious cold.
"Then why don't you eat?" Xia Ruoqi puzzled.
"I'm just ... I want to wait for you to eat together." Luo Xizheng smiled and said.
"This is the case." Xia Ruoqi grinned and pushed the bowl of the soup to Luo Xizheng.
"Well." Luo Xizheng looked at her for a while, reached out, and went to hold the spoon in the bowl.
Which bag had to be like two steamed buns and was not flexible at all, and when he picked up the spoon, before he had time to scoop the soup, the spoon was "Dangdang--" and fell back to the bowl.
Luo Xizheng blushed with embarrassment, "I'm sorry ..."
"It doesn't matter, since your hand is inconvenient, then I will fed you." Xia Ruoqi laughed and picked up the bowl, scooped a little soup, put it in the mouth to cool, and then handed it to Luo Xizheng's mouth.
Luo Xizheng stared at her for a while before she opened her mouth.
In this way, Xia Ruoqi fed Luo Xizheng to drink soup, and then meals.
It wasn't until Luo Xizheng was full that she began to fill her belly.
Luo Xizheng was sitting beside Xia Ruoqi's side, watching her side face quietly, showing an obsession.