Mu Jingxi sat beside her, his penetrating gaze glued to her face, reluctant to look away.
Finally satisfied, Qiao An put down her chopsticks. She had a bowl of porridge, half a bowl of noodles, a fried egg, and some milk. Her stomach was round and full now.
Gently stroking her belly, she turned her head and, without warning, locked eyes with the deep gaze of the man beside her.
"You… aren't eating?"
What was he staring at her for? Watching her eat could make him full or what?
"Qiao An, I'm sorry." Mu Jingxi reached out and wiped a small trace of oil from the corner of her lips.
"Why are you suddenly apologizing?"
Mu Jingxi's thin lips pressed tightly together; even he didn't know why. Perhaps it was his frustration and self-reproach for failing to take care of her.
For letting her fall under his watch without preventing it.
"Did you do something?"
"..."
"During the days you were gone, were you with another woman?"
