Unlike Mu Xiaoqi's embarrassment, when the night was over, he pushed a bowl of soup lightly to Mu Xiaoqi's face.

Mu Xiaoqi looked at the nightscape with astonishment.

"Drink it." His deep eyes could not see the mood, his voice was faint, but he had a momentum that could not be refused.

"Did I drink and you forgot what I said just now?" Mu Xiaoqi took a deep breath and asked.

"No." The answer from the night scene was straightforward.

Mu Xiaoqi's little face was black. "Then why do I drink this soup? I don't like soup."

"You're too thin." The night scene glanced pointedly at Xiaoqi's empty chest.

Mu...