Jiang Linyu poured the soup she had made into a bowl, her delicate hands holding the bowl, and brought it to Li Tianhong.
Jiang Linyu's eyes were gentle as water: "Tianhong, you love the soup I make the most. I heard you woke up, so I went to the market in the morning to buy fresh ingredients. Try it."
Jiang Linyu held the bowl with her left hand and the spoon with her right.
The spoon had soup in it. Jiang Linyu gently blew on it and brought it to Li Tianhong's lips.
Li Tianhong turned his head, saying coldly, "Take it away, I don't want it."
Jiang Linyu's hand trembled, and the soup spilled on Li Tianhong's arm.
Jiang Linyu put down the soup and picked up a napkin to wipe Li Tianhong.
Li Tianhong irritably pushed her away.
"I have investigated clearly. The reason I was captivated by you must be that you tampered with my food!"
Jiang Linyu looked aggrieved: "Tianhong, I never did such a thing!"
"Leave, I need to rest."