The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 376

The powerful and domineering strength encircled Thalassa.

Between her lips, there was not only the scent of the oatmeal soup but also the warm and sensual touch of a man.

Thalassa, like a withered tree in spring, felt her blood revive in an instant.

She smacked her lips as she savored the sweet oatmeal that flowed into her mouth.

Her taste buds were filled with the flavor of the soup, washing over her dry, bitter throat. The food slid down her esophagus into her stomach, the warm and sweet sensation immediately filling her cold and dry belly.

It was as if a wilting flower had suddenly received watering, its drooping petals regaining their fullness in an instant.

Thalassa, driven by hunger, eagerly slurped up the food presented to her.

Her lips smacked, sucking on Lysander's lips.

The soft and moist sensation, like an electric current, even her heart was numb.

Lysander's strong hand supported her head, feeding her all the soup in his mouth.

After exchanging glances, the other people in the room tactfully left.

In a short while, the bowl of soup was empty. With the satisfaction of food in her stomach, Thalander's rationality gradually returned.

Her closed eyes slowly opened to find a stunningly handsome and magnified face in front of her. His skin was elastic, with well-defined muscles. His thick eyelashes were like a fan, and he had deep double eyelid folds and a three-dimensional facial structure.

He was handsome and full of masculine energy.

Thalassa's nerves tensed for a moment, and the next second, she realized she was kissing him.

Her brain was in shock, and she quickly backed away.

Soup spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she hurriedly licked it off, continuing to eat.

Her clear eyes, however, were full of caution as they stared at Lysander.

"I didn't mean to do that just now," she explained hurriedly.

Lysander placed the soup bowl on the bedside table, his deep gaze flickered at her. In his low, magnetic voice, he asked, "Is the soup tasty?"

Thalassa nodded, "It's delicious."

She was so hungry that her head was dizzy, her body weak, her throat bitter, and her stomach cold.

A bowl of soup, to her, was like a lifeline and a heavenly delicacy.