The man bent down, his warm palms landing on her ribs. Despite her lips being tightly pursed, she made no move. It was just that incident; with her current strength, she couldn't resist anyway.
She thought he was going to force her again, but before she knew it, she was lightened and propped up into a sitting position. Huangfu Jue pulled a cushion behind her back, reached over to grab the blanket he had pulled away, and wrapped her body with it as if she were a rice dumpling.
Then, the man stood up, pulled the door open again, and after a moment bent back inside, returning with a small trolley in his hands. On the trolley rested a walnut wood tray, on which sat several dishes covered with insulating silver lids. It seemed to be some sort of food.
In the air, the fragrance of rice wafted, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.