Mu Xingye noticed that her complexion wasn't very good.
Although he was the one injured, her body seemed even weaker than his.
Xia Pengpeng raised her head and met Mu Xingye's gaze, full of self-blame and concern, and flashed a faint smile. "Don't worry, I'm really fine now. Otherwise, how could I withstand your inhuman torment!"
Mu Xingye touched her cheek with affection.
"I will definitely try to restrain myself in the future."
"I believe everything else you say, but I certainly don't believe that!"
Mu Xingye: ...
Xia Pengpeng took the soup and sipped. The familiar taste spread in her mouth, and her mood became complicated.
"What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good? Or is it cold? I'll go heat it up," Mu Xingye immediately offered.
Xia Pengpeng held the bowl, her voice choked, "It's been so long since I've eaten food you've made, I've missed it."
"From now on, as long as I have time, I will cook for you."
