This dinner, Su Ye ate with particular comfort.
The warm porridge soothed her stomach, and the sweet taste spread through her mouth and teeth.
At least in that moment, whether it was Su He or Su Qingwan, they were all removed from her brain.
After eating and drinking her fill, Su Ye leaned back on the carved Yellow Pear Wood chair, her gaze empty once again.
Gu Yan couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her satisfied expression, "Full?"
"Mhm."
Su Ye's voice was a bit airy: "Your cook's skills are really good. I feel like if I eat a few more meals like this, I'm going to get fat."
"Getting a bit fatter isn't bad, you are too skinny right now, you should eat more," said Gu Yan.
Su Ye pouted her lips but didn't speak.
She lay back without caring about her image, her beautifully-lined neck and a small section of her blindingly white waist was exposed.
Gu Yan's gaze fell on that slim waist, his Adam's apple rolling.
"Su Ye."
"Hmm?"
"I'm not leaving tonight."