Su Li blinked and suddenly understood.
Feng Huaijin wanted her to feed him.
Su Li sat down next to Feng Huaijin, her ears slightly reddened, picked up the chopsticks to serve him, and couldn't help asking, "Do you know how to use a fork? Should I get you a fork?"
Feng Huaijin replied coolly, "Women are indeed fickle. Not even ten minutes ago, you were adamant about taking care of me..."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, which was wrapped in gauze and trembling, to try and grab the chopsticks.
Su Li, flustered, hastily grabbed his right hand and quickly stopped him, saying, "Alright, alright, I'll feed you. What do you want to eat?"
Feng Huaijin lowered his gaze, "Anything is fine, I'm not picky. Su Li, you're really delicate."
His voice was soft and almost like a plea.
Su Li looked at him in some frustration. Where was she being delicate? Clearly, he was being as delicate as a child, wanting her to feed him.
