During dinner, Mengmeng's hands were so swollen that they resembled big buns and she simply couldn't hold a spoon. So, she glanced at the fragrant meal in front of her, then turned to Gu Zhihan, "Honey, I want to eat."
Her deer-like clear eyes stared unwaveringly at his cheek.
"Isn't the food right in front of you?" Gu Zhihan rolled his eyes at her.
"But I can't hold a spoon!" Mengmeng puffed up her cheeks, looking pitifully at him while shaking her porky hands, softly cooing, "I want you to feed me!"
After Gu Zhihan glanced at her, he looked at his mother sitting at the table, "I don't want to feed you; you should let my mom feed you."
"But ..." I just want you to feed me!
Mengmeng pouted in dissatisfaction, barely uttering two words before being interrupted by Gu's mother.
