"Click—"
Nan Mufeng was in front, and Jian Xi followed closely behind, their bodies overlapping almost halfway, their faces close, making it look as if Jian Xi's head was resting on his shoulder. Very intimate.
Perfect!
"Delete it!" Jian Xi reached out to snatch the cellphone.
Nan Mufeng quickly tucked the cellphone back into his pocket, "You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"
"Delete the photo."
"If you're tired, lie down for a while. I'll cook for you."
"..."
Jian Xi felt this was a foolish act of talking past each other.
Physical confrontation would be better!
She suddenly made a move, reaching into Nan Mufeng's pocket with lightning speed.
Unfortunately, Nan Mufeng wasn't slow either; he caught her hand before she could take out the cellphone.
"With that speed, you have a future as a thief," Nan Mufeng said with an appreciative raise of his eyebrow. She knew too many things, often surprising him.
He was curious, what else could she do?
