Zhang Ziwen found her endless chatter bothersome. He thought to himself, "I've become your lover just to stop you from boasting that you're my fan. You have no shame, but I do." However, instead of expressing these thoughts, he changed the subject: "Is the food ready yet? I'm starving."
"It's been ready for a while. Remember to wash your hands before you sit down to eat."
"Why do I need to wash my hands when I've just taken a bath? Isn't this making trouble out of nothing?"
"No, you must wash them. Just now I saw you touching your stinky feet, it was disgusting!" Song Lin blocked Zhang Ziwen from the dining table, insisting on his hand-washing before letting him sit.
"Stinky? Where's the smell? Dare to take a sniff?" Zhang Ziwen extended his hand to her with a mischievous grin.
"...Gross... Keep your hands away... it's disgusting... stop it..." Song Lin dodged his hands in fear.
