Under the cold white light of the emergency lamp, she could see the bloodshot in his eyes. His always sharp eyes were now tired and dark, with a faint blue-gray under his eyelids, and even the wrinkles at the end of his eyes when he smiled were tired. Li Luo's heart suddenly tightened, and her fingertips unconsciously touched his protruding cheekbone.
"You haven't slept well for a long time." She suddenly lowered her voice and unconsciously stroked his protruding cheekbones with her fingertips.
Lu Jingcheng held her hand with his backhand, and the burning warmth from his palm penetrated her skin.
His rough thumb unconsciously stroked the pale blue veins on the back of her hand, his voice low and gentle:
“It’s okay. I’m used to it.”
After a pause, he wrapped her little hand in his palm again, "It will be fine when we get to City B..."
Li Luo felt the thin calluses on his fingertips gently scraping across her sensitive wrist, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He immediately closed his fingers and held her tighter, as if to lock in the warmth.
"Go to my space and have a good rest tonight." She leaned close to his ear, her voice so soft that only he could hear it.
"No." He refused bluntly, looking at the team members who were laughing and talking around him, and lowered his voice even more, "Can't take the risk."
As he spoke, he reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering on her temples for a moment.
Li Luo wanted to say something else, but he gently pressed the spoon against her lips.
"Let's not talk about this anymore," he said, his eyelashes drooping, his thick eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes, "eat quickly."
She bit the metal spoon angrily and heard his almost inaudible sigh: "Be good."
Amid the sound of the metal spoon knocking against the lunch box, Li Luo lightly hooked his fingertips, and a barely perceptible ripple suddenly appeared in the air.
A faint blue light flashed, and a palm-sized thermos appeared out of thin air in her palm, with wisps of hot steam lingering around the pot.
"Here." She stuffed the warm pot into Lu Jingcheng's hand without saying anything, and her movements were so fast that he had no time to react.
Lu Jingcheng looked down at the thermos in his hand. When the lid was unscrewed, a rich aroma instantly filled the air.
The chicken soup is clear and transparent, with golden oil spots dotted in between, and plump wolfberries floating on the surface of the soup like rubies.
There are a few translucent ginseng roots at the bottom of the soup, giving off a soothing aroma.
This was specially prepared by Li Luo using the best ingredients in the space and took most of the day to carefully cook.
Every drop of soup is filled with her unique thoughts and it is a special flavor that only Lu Jingcheng can taste.
"Drink while it's hot." Li Luo held his chin with one hand and looked at him, with a tiny light in his eyes.
The corners of his lips slightly raised, he tilted his head back and drank the chicken soup in one gulp, his Adam's apple sliding gracefully as he swallowed.
Li Luo's eyes unconsciously followed that sexy curve until he put down the soup bowl, with a little crystal oil star still on the corner of his lips.
She naturally reached out and gently stroked the corner of his lips with her thumb, wiping away the oily shine.
The chicken soup is infused with the unique energy of water. A cool warmth slides down the throat into the stomach, and then turns into countless tiny warm currents that flow to every part of the body.
Lu Jingcheng felt that all the fatigue from the past few days was washed away, even his fingertips were full of strength again, and he felt refreshed as if he had been "revived".
"This soup..." He smacked his lips, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, "is more delicious than any soup I've ever had."
Li Luo raised her chin proudly, with a smile on her eyes and eyebrows: "Of course, don't you see who made it?" She reached out to take back the bowl of soup, but he grabbed her wrist.
"If you like, I'll make it for you every day." She said softly, scratching his palm with her fingertips.
Lu Jingcheng felt warm in his heart, but he felt sorry for her hard work: "No need to go through so much trouble..."
"It's okay," Li Luo interrupted him with a smile, "I uploaded the recipe to the Food Workshop. You can drink it anytime you want."
He was slightly startled, then chuckled, and gently stroked the inside of her delicate wrist with his thumb:
"It seems that I need to please the chef more in the future."
"That's good to know." Li Luo snorted lightly, but let him wrap his hand completely in his palm.
The two smiled at each other, and they understood each other so well that they seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats.