"Just because you can carry me, doesn't mean I'm not fat. Look at this belly of mine, the fat is nearly spilling out."
Zhang Hao whispered into He Qianhui's ear, "Being a bit chubby is more comfortable. If you were all bones, I'd complain about the discomfort when I sleep holding you."
He Qianhui gave him a sidelong glance and hurriedly looked for paper and a pen to draw up a short-term diet plan for herself.
As long as she reached a weight she was satisfied with that would be enough; she wasn't a runway model who needed to slim down to skin and bones.
Besides, her job required her to travel between major cities; she really needed the stamina.
Zhang Hao didn't try to stop her, knowing that dieting required a high degree of self-discipline.
And since the process was quite painful, only a small portion of people could stick to it.
"For breakfast, are you going out with me or should I bring it back?"
