Gu Chen casually placed it in his own mouth, showing no disdain for himself.
Gu Chen reached out and stroked her head tenderly, his expression no different from petting a beloved cat.
"What's wrong with eating this? It's leftover from my wife, and it smells good too."
The nonchalance and pride on his face left Ji Pianran both amused and exasperated.
She pursed her lips, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
"You're always so sweet-talking."
Gu Chen really was sweet-talking; he had no idea that nearly every seemingly casual tease almost made Ji Pianran's heart skip a beat.
She truly had no defense against him.
...
Ma Xiaolan, already complaining that her own husband didn't treat her well, saw Ji Pianran's husband actually bring her lunch, filled with delicious food, and the tenderness! It was too much.
He was feeding her and kissing her, and it was almost too enviable to bear.
