Ye Shengge's eyes welled up.
No matter how many reasons she had, she couldn't reject this request.
She bit her lips, adjusted her posture, sat on his lap, and put a hand on his stomach.
"Is that better?" She asked.
"Mm." Ji Shiting curled his lips. "Are you feeling sorry for me, Ye Shengge?"
"No." Her voice became hoarse. "I'm just afraid that I'll have to take responsibility if anything happens to you."
The man didn't say anything and lifted her chin.
The woman's bloodshot eyes could be seen.
"Why are your eyes red?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm mad at you." She glared at him. "You said my noodles weren't good."
Ji Shiting chuckled and said, "It's indeed not very nice, but I like it a lot, so I don't want to waste it at all."
Ye Shengge shivered and looked down.
