"What's up?" She steadied the glass in her hand, nearly spilling the freshly green juice that looked like poison.
Gong Yeyan replied, "Didn't you say you'd gained weight? Time for a weigh-in."
Ming Ge: "..."
She said awkwardly, "Is that how we're doing weigh-ins now? And wouldn't an electronic body fat scale be more accurate?"
"Yes."
"..." Fine, you win.
Ming Ge couldn't help but laugh and asked him, "May I know, Mr. Human Scale, have I gained weight?"
The man's chin rested in the crook of her neck and he said, "No."
"That answer is so insincere and has no scientific basis whatsoever," Ming Ge pouted, a ticklish sensation on her neck causing the corners of her mouth to rise involuntarily.
"How could it not?"
"Where is it then?"
Gong Yeyan gently encircled the girl's slender waist, speaking in an even tone, "I've held you so many times, how could I not know?"
Ming Ge: "...You're really great."
But she did feel comforted.
