Yan Yan felt the Young Girl in his arms suddenly stiffen, and a few traces of amusement slipped into his eyes. He reached out to lift a strand of hair by her ear, playing with it idly.
He hadn't eaten at all, the corners of his mouth always carrying a lazy curve, just watching her eat like that.
His other big hand wasn't idle either, locking her firmly in his embrace, absolutely unwilling to let go, full of blatant possessiveness.
Jiang Lihua was worried about Yun Qiluo and hadn't done any experiments all morning. She'd already come down to the living room several times without seeing her.
Now she came downstairs, heard they were in the dining room, and headed straight over.
And the moment she arrived, she saw Yan Yan holding Yun Qiluo on his lap, feeding her.
Like he was holding a porcelain doll, posture intimate, saturated with possessiveness.
