She was frightened by this look, so she quickly picked up the oatmeal in the tray on the nightstand and tried to pretend to drink two mouthfuls.

He walked slowly to the end of the bed, sat down and whispered, "Put down the porridge and come over!"

The tone was a little like calling a puppy. With a sigh in her heart, she put down the porridge obediently and came to him under the shame blanket.

He put out his big hand and she was in his arms.

She didn't make a sound, but her heart was shaken by his movements. Then his whisper in her ear made her feel...