However, Zhou Liao's originally deep and distinct abdominal muscles were no longer as pronounced.
The abs were still there.
Humph!
Lai Zhiyun withdrew her hand, turned her back, and left Zhou Liao facing her frustrated silhouette.
"Did I upset you again?"
Zhou Liao climbed onto the bed, knelt with both legs on it, bent over, and gently rubbed his nose against Zhiyun's cheek, whispering softly into her ear, his voice unintentionally turning into a bubbly sound.
"Knowing I upset you, yet still coming so close."
Lai Zhiyun blocked her side face to prevent Zhou Liao from getting close, but Zhou Liao's lips landed on the palm of her hand, kissed it twice, and then moved to her neck, showering it with tender, dense kisses.
"Ticklish!"
"Do you feel a bit happier now?"
"Not at all."
"I'll help you with the soup."
The meal would get cold if she didn't eat soon.
"Help me eat half of the rice too."
Lai Zhiyun seized the chance to negotiate.
