It's quite cool outside, but given the weather, there are a lot of mosquitoes...

Chanel picked up a pillow and was about to walk out when suddenly a hand stretched out from behind, picked her up from the waist, and the pillow fell to the ground.

Chanel looked up and saw Su Shijie's pointed chin and chiseled face under the bright light.

"What are you doing?" She frowned, "Let me go!"

Su Shijie could not help but hug her back to the study.

On the big table, it has been cleared and there is a hot meal.

Su Shijie hugged her and sat down in the large rotating leather chair, letting her sit sideways on his lap.

Chanel twisted her body and struggled for a while without breaking free. His hand holding her shoulders was like iron, so tight that her shoulder bones were about to break.

Give up struggling...

I saw Su Shijie serving soup with his injured right hand.

A slight red color shines through the white cloth. This injury was caused by the fragments when the glass coffee table was smashed.

The white cloth was an ordinary hand towel, knotted randomly. It seemed that it had not been properly disinfected and bandaged...

Su Shijie put a bowl of chicken soup in front of her, but she didn't take it.

So he put the bowl to her lips and fed her a drink.

Chanel refused and turned away, but her eyes met Su Shijie's.

His brows were slightly frowning, his dark brown eyes were dim, and he had a very depressed mood.

That emotion seemed to turn into a palm, strangling Chanel's heart.

She has never seen Su Shijie show such an expression...

No matter at any time, he is confident, proud and energetic.

In a daze, the soup bowl was brought to her lips again.

The soup is already a little cold, warm, and exudes a rich fragrance.

Chanel was already hungry by now, and she couldn't bear to embarrass an injured person, so she drank the soup obediently.

Su Shijie filled some rice and brought a spoon to feed her.

Chanel took the bowl and said, "Thank you, I can do it myself."

She wanted to get off the ground, but he kept holding her shoulder with his other hand and refused to let her go.

Chanel had no choice but to sit on his lap and finish the bowl of rice under the surveillance of his eyes.

There is some subtle embarrassment in the air.

Chanel put down the bowl and looked at the other empty bowl: "You don't want to eat?"

Su Shijie just looked at her, as if staring at her hair?

Only then did Chanel realize that she had changed her hairstyle and grabbed a strand of hair in embarrassment: "Ugly?"

She usually had her hair tied up high when she had straight hair. When she had her hair done, the barber shop told her not to touch the water or tie her hair up for the next three days to avoid damaging her style.

"Not ugly."

"Then you've been staring at my hair?"

"I'm not used to it, I can't bear to let it go...!"

Yes, even Chanel herself is not used to it when she looks in the mirror, as if she is looking at another person.

Su Shijie stretched out his injured hand, raised her face and asked, "Are you still angry?"

Chanel knew what he was talking about.

"What do you think?!"

If it weren't for the fact that his hand was injured and he just looked at her with that pitiful look——

Chanel is a person who likes softness but not hardness. As long as the other person's attitude is good, she will be soft-hearted easily.

She picked up the bowl, filled it with some rice, and fetched a spoon: "You can eat, let me get down."
Chapter completed!