Ji Nuan pursed her lips. "No way. I'm only suited to be your wife; for you to kiss and hug, and to be raised up high. If you were to be my teacher, I predict that in just a few days, I'll be disciplined into having a glass heart."
The smile on Mo Jingshen's handsome face was bright. He reached out to serve her a bowl of soup. "How could I possibly scold you?"
It was true. He would not scold her.
He would only use his actions to make her cry from night to day. Wasn't that much worse?
"Eat first, don't sit there in a daze." Mo Jingshen reminded.
Ji Nuan picked up her bowl and began eating. After speedily finishing her food, she ran upstairs and entered Mo Jingshen's study to look for books.
