"I guess she wouldn't want it anyway. Look at you, all plump — you look like you could eat a lot, who could afford to feed you?" Liu Wentian teased, against his better judgment.
Although the girl had some baby fat on her face, she was not the least bit overweight, but rather a top-grade beauty, not falling short of Zi Qing.
"Where do I look fat?" Han Guo puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, which seemed to be her signature move.
She huffed, "My figure is quite good, even better than my cousin's! Hmph!"
Liu Wentian was amused by her prideful demeanor, and said, resigned, "Okay, okay, your figure is the best. Let's hurry to the pharmacy and buy a set of silver needles."
"Alright. Uncle, give me a piggyback ride, it must be really warm on your back," Han Guo said, somewhat ingratiatingly.
"Sure, climb on," Liu Wentian crouched down.
