"Do I need to deceive you?" His gaze was steady and did not seem to be that of a liar.
"..."
He didn't need to, but...
Rong Yan's eyes showed a hint of doubt.
She was certain that what she had made was plain porridge. He had only eaten plain porridge throughout, the kind without anything added. Could it be that occasionally trying a bland taste did indeed refresh the senses?
If there had been any left in the thermos, Rong Yan would have wanted to taste the plain porridge that even he said was delicious.
"I'm not doubting that you're deceiving me. I'm just a bit curious about the taste."
As she explained, she began to pack up the thermos.
Li Shengxiao's gaze was intense as he watched her, then suddenly said, "Do you want to know?"
"What?" What did she want to know?
Rong Yan instinctively looked up in his direction.