He picked up the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and carefully brought it to her lips. "Good girl."
Su Qiao didn't move.
Her mouth refused.
Her stomach refused too.
She couldn't cruelly force them.
That would be immoral.
A trace of helplessness crossed Huo Sihan's eyes. "I'll let you go out and play after you finish it."
She had been cooped up indoors these past few days, and it was obvious she was getting a little irritable.
He needed to give her some incentive.
Sure enough, the moment Su Qiao heard that, she immediately sat up straight. "Really?"
"Mm."
Seeing her beaming with vitality, as if even her eyes were shining, Huo Sihan tugged at the corner of his mouth, wanting to smile, but ultimately failed.
He hadn't smiled in eighteen years.
He hadn't smiled once since he was seven.
He was used to keeping his face expressionless and maintaining his distance from everyone.
"Don't look so gloomy. It's only a bowl of soup, isn't it? I can finish it in one gulp."
Su Qiao noticed his stiff expression.
She was speechless yet felt sorry for him.
She snatched the soup bowl from him, tilted her head back, and gulped it down, quickly finishing every last drop.
Huo Sihan: "..." He had clearly been smiling...
Maybe... he should just stay the same.
At least then she wouldn't mistake it for displeasure.
But Butler Lu had said that women all liked sunny, cheerful men who loved to smile.
Especially men who smiled like a spring breeze, like Zhang Mingyue.
Actually, he didn't really agree with Butler Lu.
Zhang Mingyue's smile was obviously malicious.
There was a name for that kind of smile: a smirk.
Ten minutes later, Su Qiao quickly changed into a beautiful light-blue dress, tied her hair into