Chen Qianmo placed the spoon near his lips to cool the soup before passing it to Yan Qingruo, who blushed as she drank it.
Whenever he was by her side, he doted on her like this, and at first, she felt extremely uneasy.
Even now, somewhat accustomed to it, she still felt a bit shy, her face adorned with two patches of red, looking exceptionally beautiful.
Zhang Sao watched with a smile, thinking that she had never seen the young master so tender before.
No wonder the young master had fallen so deeply for such a pretty and adorable young madam.
With a smile on her face, Zhang Sao went downstairs.
After Yan Qingruo finished the chicken soup, Chen Qianmo made sure she fell into a sweet slumber.
The night had already deepened, and the moonlight outside the window seemed cold. The occasional chirp of a cricket penetrated the room, making the still night feel all the more peaceful and comfortable.