"No way."
"Then I'll have to feed you with my mouth," he said, not getting angry.
She scoffed, "You could pass me soup with your mouth, but how are you going to force-feed me rice? Pour it down like soup?"
"That's easy, I'll chew it up and feed you with my mouth like a mother bird feeds her chicks."
"You..." Her pretty face turned pale, "Xiao Yuchuan, are you disgusting or what!"
"Complaining about the food chewed by your husband," he frowned, "or you could chew up the food and feed me with your mouth, and I promise I would enjoy it."
"..."
He really took a mouthful of rice and chewed it up, moving towards her. Knowing he was serious, she hurriedly said, "Stop, stop! I'll eat it myself."
He didn't care, his expressive lips approached once more, forcing her to eat the chewed-up food.
She was nearly brought to tears with frustration.
But he just smiled slyly, "That'll teach you to disobey."
