Feng Churui saw her dazed and sat at a loss on the chair. While serving soup for her, she asked, "Are you scared?"

Wu Xuewei held the soup bowl and drank it in small sips. If the bowl was big enough, she really wanted to bury her head directly into the bowl. When she heard him ask, her ears started to get hot.

"Why don't you talk?"

"Um... a little bit..." Especially when his hard part was against her, she was a little scared until he pulled her up.

I still remember Chu Ye was used by him... and it hurts to death.

Feng Churui took a sip of the soup, and her handsome face turned slightly red. She was still young and just over the age of age. She may not know much about men's physiology.

His reaction was just a normal male reaction.

But seeing her so scared, she still felt a little regretful. She shouldn't have been drunk at the beginning. She should have been treated gently.

"Xuewei." He called her faintly.

Wu Xuewei lowered her head and responded without raising her head: "Hmm?"

Fortunately, Feng Churui didn't look up, otherwise he would see his embarrassment. He still said indifferently: "That was a normal reaction from a man just now, you don't have to be afraid."

ah?

Wu Xuewei forgot to chew the food in her mouth, and looked up at him blankly. Is he explaining to her?

"When men move and have feelings, they will react, which is a normal physiological phenomenon. So, don't be afraid." Seeing that she was puzzled, he continued to add.

"Oh, I understand." Wu Xuewei nodded quickly. At the dinner table, he explained to himself about the normal physiological phenomena of men. It was really embarrassing, okay?

"The dishes are delicious." Feng Churui was slow and praised after trying every dish.

"Really?!" Wu Xuewei raised her head and looked at him with her eyes radiating.

"What you cooked with your heart is delicious."

Wu Xuewei scratched her head embarrassedly, "Actually it's not my own credit. My aunt has been helping me. Since you like it, will I make it for you every day in the future?"

Feng Churui put down his chopsticks and looked at her for a moment, "Xuewei, I have received your wishes, but don't cook in the future. The kitchen is not a suitable place for you to stay. Occasionally, you can cultivate emotions. It's fun, it won't work every day."

"Why?" Wu Xuewei didn't understand. He clearly thought it was delicious, didn't he?

"Give me your hand." He stretched out his palm to her.

Wu Xuewei hesitated for a moment before slowly putting her hand in his palm. He grabbed her hand and pulled it in front of him. He saw several obvious small marks on the back of his hand, "How is it like being splashed with oil? Doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt very much, either..."

"Is that?" he asked indifferently, then put down her hand, wiped the corner of her lower lip with a napkin, and stood up: "I'll eat it, you can use it slowly."

After saying that, he walked out of the restaurant.

Wu Xuewei rubbed the mimeograms on the back of her hand, and saw his left back, feeling a little confused.

She couldn't help him with anything, she couldn't be as smart and capable as Wu Yuqing, and could give him some unique insights in politics, accompany him to dinner parties, and have a ease of social engagement.

She doesn't like dinner parties, and she doesn't like to attend commercial banquets. When she is with him, she can't help him except sticking to him.
Chapter completed!