"Even if I am hungry, I would rather starve to death than eat your food!" She said bitterly, "Your food is dirty, smelly, and poisonous!"
The man wasn't angry either. He took a piece of Babao duck with his chopsticks and brought it to her lips.
"Open your mouth," he said.
She gritted her teeth, tightened her lips, and ignored it. At the same time, she held her breath to avoid smelling the tangy aroma.
"Don't like duck? Okay, then try this Poria Thousand Layer Cake. I asked them to add some water chestnut powder. It's glutinous and fragrant, sweet but not greasy. Take a bite."
The man brought another piece of fragrant pastry to her lips.
The familiar aroma penetrated her nose, and she couldn't help but swallow hard.
Poria cocos and water chestnut mille-feuille cake
This is her favorite food! But, add water chestnut powder? This is her original creation, how could this beast know!
She opened her eyes and saw his cold mask, which immediately reminded her of that unbearable night. She swallowed back the words she was about to ask.
"If you don't want to eat, you won't eat if you say you won't!"
There were two red candles lit in the room, which were not very bright, but the light was very soft. When it shone on her angry face, it made her look extraordinarily delicate, and her round eyes were dark and bright.
The man looked at her intently.
"You really don't want to eat?" he said slowly.
"Don't eat!" She turned her head to the side and never looked at him again.
"Okay." The man put away his chopsticks.
She was a little surprised, was he so happy
Turning her head, she saw the man put down his chopsticks, took out a ribbon, and tied her hands together.
"What are you going to do!" she shouted angrily.
"Feed you." The man replied, took out another ribbon and tied her eyes.
She was angry and confused. Why did she have to cover her eyes when feeding her
However, she understood next.
She heard the soft sound of the spoon. The man seemed to take a spoonful of soup, tasted it, and then came closer to her. She closed her eyes and felt the man's body approaching, bringing a hot breath.
She shrank back, but the man hugged her, let her lean into his arms, lowered his head, and fed the soup in his mouth into her mouth.
"You..." She was unprepared and was given a mouthful of hot soup by him. She wanted to vomit but couldn't. She immediately became angry and burst out, "Beast!"
She never imagined that this beast would feed her in this way.
Now she understood why this beast tied her eyes, because he took off his mask, and because he wanted to feed her mouth to mouth.
"Does it taste good?" The man's voice sounded calmly, "This is black-bone chicken and red date soup. It is the most nourishing to your body. You should drink more."
His words fell to the ground, and immediately after, another mouthful of soup was fed into her mouth.
She originally wanted to squirt on his face, but he seemed to have expected it. When the soup was fed into her mouth, the tip of his tongue also slipped in and pressed against her teeth.
She was startled and swallowed the soup in a gulp.
"Not bad." He retracted the tip of his tongue and licked her lips lightly, giving her goosebumps.
She was so sick that she almost vomited.
"In addition to bullying women, do you have any other skills?" She was so angry that her chest heaved.
"I didn't bully women, I only bullied you, and you are my wife." The man said.