"I made some porridge, would you like to have some first?" As he lifted the lid, steam rose instantly, and Bai Su took a spoon out of the bag, tested the temperature, and then handed it to Rong Zhi.
She had been spending several consecutive days in the lab, and every time Bai Su went in to check on her, she was busy, and the lunch delivered to her hours ago remained untouched.
The aroma of sticky rice porridge lingered in the air. Rong Zhi's long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn't have much of an appetite, but she had to personally handle the carry-out and burial affairs next. Going hungry could easily lead to mistakes, so she didn't refuse.
She drank the porridge slowly in small sips. It was supposed to be delicious, yet she couldn't taste anything, like chewing wax.
Bai Su's long, beautiful fingers rested lightly beside her neck, gently massaging her neck to relax.
