บท 75: Chapter 75 Softness as a Camouflage 3

Yun Youlian glanced disdainfully at the pastries on the table, then turned around and took the bowl from the maid's hand, offering it to Mo Liancheng.

"Just leave it," Mo Liancheng waved his hand, his gaze still focused on the painting he was working on, not wanting to stop even for a moment.

"No, Prince, how can you not eat anything? It's not good for your health. This is just a small token of my care. How can you be so dismissive?" Yun Youlian said, her eyes moistening as if Mo Liancheng's words had hurt her feelings.

Ha! This woman, her act is even more exaggerated than mine.

Qu Tan'er shook her head, her lips moved as if to say something, but she remained silent, continuing to grind ink.

"Prince, you should at least drink a little," Yun Youlian insisted, determined to make Mo Liancheng drink porridge.