Now that the lass did not feed him anymore, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
He felt that he had been really strange recently.
His mood would always be affected by this lass.
Seeing that Ye Caitang was no longer feeding Qin Ruohan crayfish, Qin Tian heaved a sigh of relief.
If she continued to feed Mr. Qin crayfish, he was really afraid that Mr. Qin's weak stomach lining would not be able to take it.
Qin Ruohan looked at Ye Caitang's appetizing table manners and really wanted Ye Caitang to feed him another piece of crayfish.
His thin lips parted slightly.
"Lass…"
Before he could say anything…
Suddenly, his tummy twisted in pain, and beads of sweat quickly seeped out of his forehead.
"What is it?"
Ye Caitang looked up at Qin Ruohan in confusion.
"Nothing."
Qin Ruohan stood up quietly and avoided Ye Caitang's gaze.
"I'm full."
