Feng Tianlan hummed as she placed the meat soup bun by his mouth. "The ones made by you taste better."
"I'll make it for you later."
"No, compared to eating, I prefer to be with you." Feng Tianlan took out another meat soup bun.
Si Mobai narrowed his peach blossom eyes and teased in a pleasant voice, "I thought my wife wanted to say that she preferred to eat me."
"You big hooligan!"
"Little hooligan, there's soup at the corner of your mouth again. Do you want to lick it off?"
"No, I don't want to eat your saliva. Also, you have a little stubble. It will definitely sting me."
Although she said so, Feng Tianlan had already lowered her head to kiss the soup at the corner of his mouth. With his taste, she felt that the meat soup bun was even more delicious. At the same time, she felt the sweetness in her heart.
