The fish and meat porridge was simmered until it was very fresh and sticky.
Amelia Clarke ate half a bowl, and Owen Moreland ended his video conference.
"This bowl is yours," Amelia Clarke said, pointing to another bowl of porridge as he closed his computer.
Owen Moreland came over, his large palm cupping Amelia Clarke's head as he gently touched her, speaking in a soft tone, "Don't eat too much, be careful not to overindulge."
With that, he went into the bathroom to shower.
After Amelia Clarke finished the porridge and had a few pieces of fruit, she got up and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.
She knocked on the door twice before pushing it open and entering.
Owen Moreland had just come out of the shower, with crystal clear droplets hanging on his honey-colored body, his muscles firm and well-defined. Amelia Clarke caught a glimpse and couldn't help but blush.
Being together for so long, his body still made a strong impact on her nervous system.
