Tang Zhou held out his own hand: "Give it to me. I'll drink it myself. I'm not that picky, and it's not like I've lost my hands or feet."
However, Leng Chenmo stayed silent, but not without making clear his intentions. He ladled out a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and offered it to Tang Zhou, signalling him to take a sip.
Troubled, Tang Zhou pursed his lips: "I'm not a woman, I don't need to be spoon-fed."
"Who was it recently spouting off that Tang Zhou is a girl?" Leng Chenmo retorted without missing a beat.
Tang Zhou: "..."
Well, fuck me!
He actually dared to mock me for being a girl! But I've never lived my life like a girl. For the past twenty years, I've lived a completely manly life, tough and straightforward, not so weak, and definitely not so fussy as to need my soup spoon-fed.
