eurekapd Chapter 332 Feeding her to her lips
Chapter 332 Feeding her to her lips
"nothing."
Upon hearing those two words, Zhou Yi's stiff body finally moved, and she looked at Wenren Chen.
Those deep eyes that had been gazing outside had somehow turned towards her and were now fixed on her.
Looking into those deep, calm eyes, Zhou Yi finally dared to react.
She opened her lips to speak, but as she moved them, she remembered that she still had something in her mouth, so she instinctively swallowed and tried to speak.
But she forgot that the steamed bun in her mouth was an unchewed piece, and she choked on it as soon as she swallowed it.
Immediately, she turned her head, covered her mouth, bent over, and tried to swallow hard, but she couldn't swallow it down, so she coughed, trying to cough it up.
Seeing her like this, Wenren Chen put down his chopsticks, got up and patted her back, then took his own cup, which contained a glass of warm milk.
He didn't drink much of the warm milk; there was still quite a bit left.
He fed her the milk.
Zhou Yi couldn't cough it up or swallow it down; the small steamed bun was stuck in her throat, and she needed water.
As soon as the glass of milk was brought to her lips, she immediately grabbed it and gulped it down.
Once the whole glass of milk was down my throat, the steamed bun that had been stuck there was finally washed away.
She sat up, clutching her chest, and tried to breathe steadily.
Wenren Chen stood beside her, his body slightly bent, his hand on her back, patting her back. In his other hand, he held an empty milk cup, watching her face turn completely red after choking, and her clear eyes red and moist.
"feel better now?"
He asked in a low voice, and Zhou Yi nodded: "Much better."
"Thank you, sir."
His eyes were filled with gratitude.
After the gratitude came the apology: "I'm sorry, sir, I've disturbed your breakfast."
"Please have breakfast, I'll tidy up here."
As she spoke, she got up to tidy up her place and leave.
We can't delay your breakfast any longer.
But as soon as she moved, that large hand landed on her shoulder and pressed her down: "Want more?"
Zhou Yi was held down and couldn't get up.
Upon hearing Wenren Chen's words, she paused, then understood his meaning and said, "Sir, I don't need it. Please have your breakfast."
"You still have to go to the company later, so we can't delay you."
"fine."
After saying that, he put the milk glass on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. He took the uneaten small steamed bun from her plate and put it on his own plate, saying, "Enjoy your breakfast in peace."
He picked up the steamed bun, took a bite, and chewed silently.
Zhou Yi was stunned.
She was somewhat bewildered by Wenren Chen's actions.
The husband ate the steamed buns from her plate. Although he picked them up, it was still his plate, and she had touched them with her chopsticks. Wouldn't he mind?
In fact, Wenren Chen did not mind at all. Not only did he not mind, he swallowed the chewed-up xiaolongbao and then took another bite.
Zhou Yi was quite confused after reading it.
Perhaps because she hadn't eaten and had been staring at him, Wenren Chen turned his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Her deep eyes met his, their intense darkness seemingly capable of engulfing her entirely.
Zhou Yi snapped out of her daze and shook her head: "No...no."
After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to drink her porridge with a spoon.
But because I just choked, my throat is a little thirsty.
So she subconsciously looked to the side and saw that her cup was full of milk.
She took it and was about to drink it.
But just as the cup was about to touch her lips, she remembered something.
Didn't she just drink the milk?
Whose milk is this?
Zhou Yi looked at the milk in her hand that she hadn't drunk a drop of, and then at the milk cup that Wenren Chen had placed next to her.
The milk was all drunk, leaving only an empty glass.
Is this...sir's cup?
Zhou Yi froze, then quickly looked at Wenren Chen's other side.
There is no cup; it's just an empty cup.
The cup in my hand was the one she had placed next to her plate; it contained her milk.
The man just gave her his own milk.
At that moment, Zhou Yi was stunned.
He stood there, completely unresponsive.
After Wenren Chen continued eating with the person beside him, he looked away and ate the xiaolongbao.
The two ate breakfast in silence.
But gradually, the person beside me changed their aura.
A gaze fell on his face and remained fixed on him.
He ate the last xiaolongbao, chewed it, and then swallowed it. He took a napkin to wipe his lips, and the whole process was unhurried. Only after putting the napkin down did he turn his gaze to the person who was staring blankly at him.
Her face was pale, her eyes were dull, and she seemed to have lost her soul, leaving only an empty shell.
He looked at her, his gaze falling on the milk cup in her hand.
It was full of milk, but I'd never drunk it.
He looked up and his gaze fell once more on the eyes that were looking at him: "Give me the milk."
He spoke, and Zhou Yi snapped out of her daze, instinctively replying, "Yes, sir."
Give him the milk.
Wenren Chen stared at her, his large eyes hazy and his thoughts unclear.
He took the milk glass from her hand, ran his fingertips along her fingertips, and then drank the milk from the rim of the glass to his lips.
Zhou Yi watched as those rosy lips landed on the clear glass, then his Adam's apple bobbed, and the milk in the glass slowly dwindled...
The scene before me wasn't anything particularly unusual; it was quite ordinary. But it was so captivating that I couldn't tear myself away from it.
Wenren Chen drank a little less than half a glass of milk, then put the glass aside and stared at her: "Have breakfast."
These words brought Zhou Yi back to her senses, and she said, "Okay, sir."
Without giving it much thought, she simply accepted whatever Wenren Chen said, lowered her head, picked up her spoon, and continued drinking her porridge.
At this point, her mind was in a daze, and she was completely unaware that she had just given her milk to Wenren Chen, and that Wenren Chen had drunk it without any apparent reason.
The porridge was millet and bird's nest porridge that had been simmering for a long time; it was very fragrant, soft, and nutritious.
As Zhou Yi ate her porridge, her consciousness gradually cleared, and then her movements slowed down.
Finally, she stopped.
The scene from just now is still vivid in my mind and in my mind.
The gentleman ate her steamed buns and drank her milk...
This is hard to believe.
But that's what it is.
it is true.
Zhou Yi's heart was inexplicably racing, but her thoughts were becoming clearer.
The husband felt that the steamed bun he had put on her plate was making her choke, so he put it back on her plate. As for the milk, he gave it to her in a moment of panic when he saw her choking.
The gentleman felt dry after eating the xiaolongbao, and seeing that she was holding milk but hadn't drunk it, he asked her to give him the milk.
There are no servants in the main hall now, and it will take time to get the milk.
As Zhou Yi figured things out one by one, her heartbeat gradually calmed down, and then she felt apologetic.
It was her fault for making her husband eat her steamed buns and drink her milk.
Thinking about it, Zhou Yi looked at the milk glass next to her.
Just then, Wenren Chen picked up the half-finished milk to drink. Seeing this, Zhou Yi quickly put down the spoon and said, "Sir, let me get you another glass of milk."