Wen Meimei noticed the man's odd gaze and her little round face heated up rapidly as she said with a blush, "Don't look at me with those lustful eyes!"
"Then with what kind of eyes?"
"The eyes of a blind man."
Qiao Chengxun was speechless.
This woman was indeed adorably stupid.
Wen Meimei, annoyed, poked the bottom of the bowl with her spoon as if harboring a deep-seated grudge against it, stopping only after several jabs.
She scooped up a spoonful of porridge and, while chewing, said, "I've changed my mind. I'm going to eat until I become a big fat woman, so you have to stare at a fatty for five years. See if it disgusts you. See if you're surprised!"
Qiao Chengxun's lips curled into a gentle, tender smile. If she really did eat herself into a big fat woman, did she think he wouldn't be able to make her slim down again?
She should consider how his muscles had come to be.
"Finish the bird's nest soup, and you may gain some weight."
"I won't eat it!"
