After setting down the tray, Chi Zaozao put on a serious face, almost exuding the aura of the ideal wife and mother.
Ye Que observed her in silence for two seconds before extending his long arm and pulling her to fall into his lap.
Chi Zaozao snickered, "What are you doing?"
Ye Que frowned, "Nothing."
"If you're doing nothing, why are you holding me like this?"
"Do I have to do something every time I hold you?"
"Um? If you're not doing anything, why are you holding me?"
Ye Que, "..."
How did he find that, when it came to playing a game of fast and curious thinking, he couldn't outplay this little woman?
"So, what do you want to do?" Ye Que asked.
Chi Zaozao smiled at him, coquettishly waving her hand, and in a coy voice, she expelled two words, "Naughty boy."
"..." Hearing her say 'naughty boy,' Ye Que nearly burst out laughing.
Goodness gracious, was this still Chi Zaozao?
The same bold and brazen Chi Zaozao?
Ye Que felt, not quite so.
