153, overtly harsh, secretly caring

The dining table was very quiet, everyone busily eating their meal.

Both men had an elegant way of eating, making it clearly visible they were from prominent families.

Song Qinghuan was naturally a fast eater, and now she was even more desirous to finish her meal quickly so she could go upstairs to sleep. Therefore, she did not drink any soup, but served herself a bowl of rice and started eating heartily.

Suddenly, a bowl of soup appeared in front of her. She looked up to see Shi Yuhuan retracting his hand.

Her gaze slid over her deep shock; she found it hard to believe that Shi Yuhuan had suddenly become so considerate to personally serve her soup.

Something was wrong, definitely wrong.

Could it be that this soup had similar effects to the coffee she once drank, called "Aphrodisiac"?

In that case, she couldn't drink it; she had to firmly refuse. She was already too tired and weary to endure any more.