He walked in and saw the woman sitting at the dressing table with her back to him. She was wearing a loose long-sleeved silk nightgown, which made her figure look thin and frail.
The man stepped forward, his gaze landing on the phone in front of Lu Xiaoyou. He glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.
Long Xiliang placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning down, his voice low, "You didn't eat well at lunch, hmm?"
Lu Xiaoyou turned her head, raising her chin, and her onyx eyes shimmered with a soft light.
"I like eating what you cook."
As if afraid of his reproach, she acted coquettishly.
The man said, "I'll go make dinner."
Lu Xiaoyou called out the dishes from behind him.
After returning to Beijing, Long Xiliang began to handle the Long Family's affairs. In fact, he should have gone back to Rhode Island at this time, but after Lu Xiaoyou suffered a double blow and passed out, he wanted to take her back to Longqian Castle to adjust her mood.
