Jian Xiaomo was waiting in the room, restless. Long Chenjue’s reaction today was beyond her expectations.

Just as she was guessing Long Chenjue’s thoughts, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Jian Xiaomo was shocked.

2She raised her eyes and looked towards the door.

Ba Luo’s face was grim. He walked in with a plate in his hand. Long Chenjue followed behind him with a bad look on his face.

Jian Xiaomo looked at the plate that Ba Luo was carrying and was a little stunned. At the same time, she looked at Long Chenjue’s gloomy face and was even more stunned.

2Just as she was about to walk forward, Long Chenjue suddenly walked forward quickly and walked to Jian Xiaomo’s side, holding Jian Xiaomo in his arms.

2Touching the warm embrace, Jian Xiaomo let out a long sigh of relief. She thought that there was something wrong with this man, but it turned out that he was fine.

She let out a sigh of relief and saw Long Chenjue lowering his eyes. His deep eyes were full of indulgence. He said in a gentle voice, “Good girl, you didn’t eat anything just now. This is the tonic soup that I asked the kitchen to make. Have some.”

2As he spoke, he ordered Ba Luo to bring the tonic soup forward.

Ba Luo’s hands trembled and his face turned pale. He still brought the soup in front of Jian Xiaomo. His voice was a little abnormal, and his eyes were saying something silently.

Jian Xiaomo was slightly stunned when she saw Ba Luo’s expression.

Long Chenjue urged her, “Jian Xiaomo, drink it quickly. It won’t taste good when it gets cold later.”

2“Okay!” Jian Xiaomo agreed. She stretched out her hand and went to carry the bowl. However, she found that Ba Luo’s fingers were trembling badly. His fingers were holding the plate, and the plate was shaking.

2Jian Xiaomo immediately looked at Ba Luo in surprise and asked, “Ba Luo, are you sick?”

2Ba Luo was stunned. He quickly raised his head and quickly shook his head. Jian Xiaomo then realized that Ba Luo’s face was extremely pale.

Jian Xiaomo then said to Long Chenjue, “Long Chenjue, why do I feel that Ba Luo is not feeling well?”

2Upon hearing this, Long Chenjue turned his head and glared at Ba Luo fiercely.

Ba Luo hurriedly lowered his head.

Seeing that Jian Xiaomo was still unwilling to pick up the bowl, Long Chenjue stretched out his slender fingers and brought the bowl over. He said, “Jian Xiaomo, do you want me to ask you?”

2Hearing Long Chenjue’s words, Jian Xiaomo instantly reacted. This man had always fed her mouth to mouth. The scene was too embarrassing. She hurriedly took the bowl and said, “I’ll do it myself.”

2Only then did a faint smile appear on the corner of Long Chenjue’s mouth.

At this moment, Jian Xiaomo picked up the bowl and brought it to her mouth.

Ba Luo’s face immediately turned pale. “Miss Jian, don’t.”

2As soon as Ba Luo finished his words, Jian Xiaomo and Long Chenjue looked at Ba Luo at the same time.

2Long Chenjue’s eyes showed that he wanted to kill Ba Luo. However, Jian Xiaomo looked puzzled and asked Ba Luo, “Why not?”

2Ba Luo’s lips trembled, and he could not speak.

Jian Xiaomo could not help but frown. She glanced at Long Chenjue and found that Long Chenjue’s face was ice-cold. She sniffed the tonic in the bowl, and Jian Xiaomo suddenly felt that something was wrong. This taste was different from what she usually drank.

2No wonder Ba Luo told her not to drink it. She immediately said to Long Chenjue, “Long Chenjue, this tonic tastes different from what I usually drink.”

2Long Chenjue barely endured his anger towards Ba Luo and glared at Ba Luo. If it were not for Ba Luo, Jian Xiaomo would have already drank this tonic.

2With a hint of anger in his voice, he said, “Good girl, the taste is the same. It’s just that you don’t have a good appetite today.”

2As he said that, he reached out his hand and was about to put the bowl into Jian Xiaomo’s mouth.