Tang Yuchen smiled at her with a wicked grin, his smile bearing a hint of malice.
An Ruo stared at the bowl in front of her, unsure whether to eat or not to eat.
If she didn’t eat, her stomach would growl with hunger; if she did, she would have to stomach his saliva.
Should she eat or not?
Yet Tang Yuchen didn’t care about her dilemma, burying his head and eating with relish. After struggling for a while, An Ruo decided to eat.
She really brought this upon herself and resolved never to tease him again.
Seeing that she ate, the man stopped his actions, glancing toward her with deep, mysterious eyes that flashed a complex light.
An Ruo didn’t realize he was watching her, she ate seriously, and soon she had finished most of it.
Suddenly, Tang Yuchen dumped the remaining half of his bowl into hers and said with an evil smile, "I can’t finish this, eat it all, don’t waste food."
"You..." An Ruo glared at him angrily, disgusted at the thought of eating what he had left.
But the man glared back and said sternly, "Eat it! Don’t waste it!"
"I can’t eat anymore." An Ruo put down her chopsticks, but Tang Yuchen immediately threatened her coldly, "If you don’t finish, I’ll feed you myself. An Ruo, you actually like it when I feed you with my mouth, don’t you?"
An Ruo knew he was the kind of person who meant what he said. She endured it and picked up her chopsticks again. Whether it was psychological or not, she felt nauseous after swallowing a mouthful of noodles.
Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and vomited painfully.
Tang Yuchen’s face turned ashen as he walked to the door, his eyes dark as he coldly said, "Does eating my leftovers make you so disgusted?"
After throwing up for a while, An Ruo felt much better.
She turned on the tap, rinsed her mouth, washed her hands, and then stood up to face him: "I’ve been feeling a bit unwell recently."
That was both an explanation and the truth.
Unfortunately, he didn’t believe a word she said. He snorted coldly and turned to leave.
An Ruo cleaned up the dishes downstairs before going up to sleep.
When she pushed open the bedroom door and saw Tang Yuchen lying on her bed, she frowned unhappily, "What are you doing here?"
"Come here!" he said indifferently, glancing toward her.
An Ruo lowered her eyes, hiding the disgust in her gaze, and responded coldly, "I’m not feeling well today, maybe another time."
"I told you to come here!" he said, his voice clearly impatient.
"I said, I’m not feeling well!"
"Who said I wanted to sleep with you? Since you seem so eager, I might as well oblige!"
An Ruo took a deep breath, holding back the curse words she wanted to spit out, and reluctantly walked to the bed.
Tang Yuchen grabbed her arm, pulling her onto the bed and covered them both with the blanket.
The lights went out, and he held her body. An Ruo felt very uncomfortable. She was not used to being held while sleeping, especially not by Tang Yuchen.
She struggled lightly, but he, as if deliberately trying to antagonize her, held her even tighter, making her overheat and struggle to breathe.
"Can you let go of me? I can’t sleep ."
"Whether you can sleep is none of my concern; it’s enough if I can."
"Tang Yuchen, you should not..."
"Stop talking; I want to sleep." The man closed his eyes, found a more comfortable position, and happily fell asleep.
An Ruo, however, stayed awake with her eyes open until nearly dawn before she finally managed to fall asleep.
The next day when she woke up, she was alone in the bed; Tang Yuchen had left at some point.