Su Yue put the spoon and the container away and lazily leaned backward. She said in a lazy drawl, "You think too much. I didn't cook breakfast specially for you. I gave you some, since there were leftovers."
She raised her voice and repeated firmly. "It's leftovers."
She rolled her eyes and averted her gaze.
She suppressed a giggle.
Ming Ansheng wound his arms around Su Yue's waist. He kissed the crook of her neck and whispered, "Yueyue, you don't mean what you say. But you weren't like this in the past."
How he missed the little girl who would always blatantly speak her mind and was always so unabashed.
And he was always so troubled over her boldness.
On the contrary, he was troubled now because she was too aloof and reserved.
His warm breath tickled Su Yue, and her body felt limp.
She shrugged her shoulders and snapped. "Don't do this. Xiaojiao is watching us."
