The man heard her and retracted his hand. There was still a smile on his face, but when he turned to the side, the warmth in his eyes disappeared. His tone was as calm as ever."What is it?"
As he asked this question, he didn't forget to tidy up her shirt that he had messed up.
"I can do it myself." Madam Feng's face reddened.
The man chuckled and didn't say anything. He pulled the black business Suitcase that he had placed at the entrance and walked inside.
Madam Feng lowered her eyes and tidied herself up, but before she could speak ...
"Do you want some porridge?" he asked.
A long time ago, when she saw that young man, her heart had been moved. It was because of the way he stood in the kitchen and smiled as he cooked porridge. It was really moving.
So, every time he cooked porridge for her, she would feel a sense of relief.
Her heart would soften.
I can't be soft-hearted this time.
He had to do it in one go.