Li Yeqi looked at her with her head tilted cutely, wanting to touch her face, but his hand had just pressed on her foot, so he could only suppress his inner desire and said lightly, "No."
Yan Luoxi slightly raised her eyebrows. When she met him eleven years ago, he was serious and cold, making people feel intimidated, and indeed no one dared to say he was cute in front of him.
Besides, only she could see his jealous look, where are other people?
She retracted her foot and smiled, "Alright, my foot doesn't hurt anymore. You go wash your hands and come over to have some millet porridge to settle your stomach."
Li Yeqi got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Soon he came out of the bathroom and sat down beside Yan Luoxi. He picked up her half-drunk porridge without any disdain and drank it all, then finished her remaining side dishes as well.
