Chapter 80: Feeding, But Without a Spoon
“What are you daydreaming about? Do you not want to feed ?”
Snapped back to awareness, Eve finally ca to her senses. She steadily lifted a spoonful of porridge, shrimp included, and fed it to her. A small “ah-woo” sound followed, nearly making her lose composure on the spot.
So cute…
She grew addicted—one bite after another, faster each ti. At first Vivian accepted the feeding calmly, but soon she had not even finished the previous mouthful before the next one was pushed toward her.
Her cheeks puffed out, stuffed full. She turned and glared at Eve. It was not over—the spoon tapped her lips again, making her brow twitch.
After swallowing, Vivian did not imdiately get angry. Instead she asked worriedly, “Co on, tell
honestly—what exactly are you thinking? You are fine, right? Speak.”
Usually calling her an idiot was one thing, but she hoped she was not actually strange.
“Cute…”
“Hah? What did you say?”
“Young Miss is cute…”
“Eh?” Vivian froze. The anger that had just risen vanished instantly.
She… just called
cute?
No… I am Vivian Hatherin, a person above countless others, soone who can decide life and death at will. Ridiculous—how could ‘cute’ be used to describe ?
Although… she did call
cute…
“Are you serious?”
Eve nodded, her calm eyes filled with certainty. A direct hit—and a critical one at that. Vivian found herself unable to adapt.
It was only an ordinary adjective, yet spoken by this clueless fool… it felt completely different.
“Say it again.”
“Young Miss is cute.”
“Again!”
“Young Miss is truly very cute. You need not doubt yourself. I am serious—please trust my judgnt.”
Mm…
Vivian was thoroughly pleased. Leaning back in her arms, she could not help rubbing against her a few tis. Only afterward did she realize how eager she had sounded while seeking confirmation.
Her eyes darted shyly, cheeks even redder than before.
Though unwilling to admit embarrassnt, she forced composure while her lips still curved upward. She stubbornly muttered, “Idiot… With how perfect I am, thinking
cu—cute is only natural. I already know it myself, so… I do not need you to remind . Hmph.”
Then she suddenly heard a faint chuckle—from behind her.
At first she doubted her ears. The next second she switched to battle mode, turned around, and lunged forward on her knees.
Grabbing Eve’s collar, she demanded in embarrassnt and anger, “You laughed just now, right?! You were laughing at , right?!”
“You heard wrong.”
“I definitely heard it! Do not try to fool ! Ah— I will strangle you!”
Her small hands gripped her neck but achieved nothing. Most of the force was neutralized by the collar, making it rather powerless.
The culprit, still holding bowl and spoon, had no free hand to stop her.
And since the laughter had been discovered, there was no use denying it. A faint smile lifted Eve’s lips—not obvious, but pleasing.
Yet in Vivian’s eyes it looked like indulgence toward a child. She hated that most of all.
She slapped lightly at Eve’s mouth, scolding in sha and anger, “Still laughing?! Laugh again, go on—laugh! …With such a face, smiling looks terrible! Laugh again… do you know you were wrong?!”
Eve’s expression remained firm.
“I was wrong.”
“Hmph! I will spare you once. Next ti I will absolutely have soone deal with you!” Vivian poked her nose, convinced it was sufficiently intimidating.
She glanced at the half-finished porridge and suddenly lost appetite.
She had a small appetite like a bird’s—but her shapely legs suggested she was well cared for.
“Have you eaten?”
“Yes, Young Miss.”
She had eaten tomatoes beforehand.
“Hah? Next ti do not eat so quickly. If you eat, eat with . Understood?”
Before Eve could respond, Vivian grabbed the bowl. She did not take the spoon, yet drank directly from the rim.
But she did not swallow. She handed the bowl back and, under Eve’s puzzled gaze, placed both hands on her cheeks.
What now…?
Eve blinked. Seeing Vivian’s cheeks puffed with porridge and her aningful raised brow, she felt her face being squeezed.
Was she supposed to open her mouth…?
Understanding, Eve obediently parted her lips slightly—careful to hide her sharp teeth and still uncertain of the situation.
Then she froze.
Vivian lowered her head, moving close to her face, toward those parted lips.
The next instant, the seafood porridge along with the warmth of her breath was transferred directly into Eve’s mouth.
The mont seed to freeze—strange yet oddly intimate.
…
Within three seconds the porridge was swallowed. Vivian wiped the corner of her mouth and watched Eve’s throat move, then smiled in satisfaction.
Her finger brushed Eve’s lower lip. “Now we have eaten together. I fed you personally—how does it taste?”
Truthfully, Eve could not taste much. As ntioned before, all food besides blood and tomatoes tasted bland to her.
She did not realize Vivian was not asking about the porridge itself. Since she could swallow it, she assud it was acceptable.
“Young Miss… but there was a spoon. Why do this…?”
She was silenced by a fingertip against her lips. Vivian shook her head impatiently. “You benefited and still complain. It is fine if you do not understand—take your ti. I have plenty of ti.”
“That is all.” She nimbly slipped off Eve’s lap, white-stockinged feet touching the floor again. “Clean up, and do not forget to co to my room.”
She left without looking back, perhaps hiding the unusual warmth on her face.
Left alone, Eve remained seated, smacking her lips as she seriously tried to recall the taste of the porridge.
“I truly cannot get used to normal food…”
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