"Is it too tight? I don't think so." Mo Liuxi looked across the table lazily. "Get some pasta for me."
Yan Su grit her teeth. "Don't you have any hands? Go get some yourself! I'm taking food for myself."
"Can't, my hands hurt from writing my thesis," Mo Liuxi answered her patronizingly.
"Do you think I've never written a graduate thesis before?" Yan Su exposed him mercilessly.
Mo Liuxi looked at her coldly before letting out a sigh. "How can I compare myself to you? You're someone who can do it with me a million times and still get up to cook spicy chicken. You're no ordinary woman."
Yan Su was silent.
She could no longer take it and she stepped on his foot grumpily.
Mo Liuxi merely grunted — he refused to let go of her.
