Later, the woman who loved Shu Xiaoya the most never opened her eyes again.
"Mom..."
Her vision was slightly blurred. Shu Xiaoya's eyes turned red as she looked at the Jiangnan beauty who looked like an ink painting.
Yan Huan said, "Miss Yaya, you have to eat well." Her tone was soft and gentle, and in a trance, she seemed to be seeing that woman as beautiful as the mountains and rivers of the south of the Yangtze River, looking at her with gentle and caring eyes.
In a flash, Shu Xiaoya suddenly woke up and faced Yan Huan's gentle and beautiful face. She closed her eyes, and Shu Xiaoya didn't say anything else. When she opened her eyes again, she was already calm.
"Yan Huan, do you want to feed me porridge?"
There was a bit more expectation in her tone. Compared with her defense against Yan Huan just now, Shu Xiaoya didn't know what she was looking for now. Maybe it was just the vague feeling of intimacy.
"Yes, Miss Yaya. Yan Huan will feed you right now."
Yan Huan was a smart and considerate girl. Faced with Shu Xiaoya's gaffe just now, she didn't show the slightest surprise. Instead, she thoughtfully poured some porridge out of the gilt ceramic jar and placed it in a small white jade carved bowl.
Inside, there is a small emerald green bowl and a glistening white millet porridge. The contrast between the two is so beautiful.
Unexpectedly, this rich and wealthy layman would be so particular about food?
Before Shu Xiaoya could think too much, Yan Huan had already brought a small bowl and sat on the edge of the bed. Her expression was beautiful, but also gentle.
Shu Xiaoya opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she only felt something warm pressing against her lips. She raised her eyes and met Yan Huan's dark eyes. "Eat." She said.
He said softly and patiently put the spoon on Shu Xiaoya's lips without urging, just waiting quietly.
After all, nothing was said. The events of the previous life have disappeared into the memory of the previous life like a fleeting cloud of smoke.
"Yan Huan." Shu Xiaoya took a sip of millet porridge and raised her eyes to look at that person. Shu Xiaoya had an indescribable fondness for this person. It was like the kindness was engraved in her bones.
When Yan Huan heard Shu Xiaoya calling her name, she paused her movements, then scooped up another spoonful of millet porridge, put it to her lips, blew on it, and then fed it to Shu Xiaoya's lips.
"how?"
It’s not that she’s called Miss Shu Xiaoya Yaya anymore. Her expression and behavior are clearly that of a beautiful lady, but there’s no way she looks like a maid?
"Well, you are quite good-looking."
Shu Xiaoya said, and there was no more to say. Then one of them fed and the other ate. It was quite appropriate and interesting.
"Ahem..." Suddenly there was a violent cough, and Shu Xiaoya's face turned red. Yan Huan took out the handkerchief, held it with her slender bare hands, and gently wiped the corners of Shu Xiaoya's mouth,
"Slow down, don't rush."
The voice is still gentle.
Shu Xiaoya raised her head and said, "I'm done eating." Then she looked at Yan Huan opposite.
Yan Huan pursed her lips and smiled, "It seems that you are anxious for me to let go of you." As he spoke, Yan Huan helped Shu Xiaoya loosen the rope. There was a slight smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
After loosening the rope, Shu Xiaoya's numb hands were able to move. After relaxing her wrists, Shu Xiaoya said, "Thank you, Master Xu, for your hospitality."
I will no longer be as obsessed as I was just now, and I will no longer be as confused as I was just now.