After speaking, she obediently ate the porridge.
Matthew Saxon watched her eat, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips: "That's more like it."
"You said earlier, if I eat a bite, you will eat a bite." Scarlett Yates wiped her mouth and looked down at him, "You can't go back on your word."
"Of course, I always keep my promises." He said, scooping himself another spoonful of porridge.
The bowl of porridge was finished with her taking a bite and then him taking a bite.
One portion of porridge wasn't much; the two of them feeding each other spoonful by spoonful like that quickly finished it.
Scarlett Yates saw that he seemed to have a good appetite, so she said, "I'll go buy another portion, you didn't eat much, it's easy to get hungry drinking porridge."
Saying this, she already stood up.
"No need, Scarlett, I've already eaten enough." Matthew Saxon held her hand.
His fingers were cold, with no warmth at all, clasping her wrist like a layer of cold wrapped around her hand.
