The exquisite food box next to him remained unopened, yet the prestigious man found pleasure in eating the canteen's communal meals.
Under Gu Xiaoer's attentive care, Han Luoli's appetite grew, and he ate a lot. Perhaps this was the most satisfying meal he had in these tense times.
Time and again, it proved that Gu Xiaoer was both poison and antidote.
She had poisoned him, so naturally, she was the only cure.
Of course, if Xiao Er had considered his stomach capacity, that would have been great; he had already eaten portions meant for three people and truly couldn't eat any more.
"Da Luoluo, eat a bit more!" While she spoke, the girl continued to stuff another chopstick-full of food into the man's mouth.
Han Luoli struggled to swallow without even chewing much and quickly spoke, "Xiao Er, can I say I'm full now?"
"Ah, you're full?" Gu Xiaoer glared at Han Luoli, "Then why didn't you say so earlier!"
"..." Isn't it obvious!
