Ning Li froze and pulled back.
"Second Brother, I don't want to eat it."
Lu Huaiyu still maintained that action.
"Just a little bit, huh?"
Ning Li felt uncomfortable, and then she inexplicably thought of what had happened at HG today.
Her mood swings during her menstrual period, coupled with the series of stimulation, caused a little of her temper to flare up.
She raised her hand and pushed him away.
"No."
Since she had already lost her face, she might as well throw it away!
Lu Huaiyu looked at her. He was still holding the bowl of porridge in his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Ning Li did not say anything either.
It was so quiet in the dining room that one could even hear a pin drop.
The two of them fell into a subtle confrontation with each other.
