Zhou Yuwen listened but dismissed it with disdain. "What does she know?"
Zheng Yanyan giggled, saying, "You shouldn't talk about my teacher like that."
Zhou Yuwen asked, "Are you still eating the clams or not?"
"No, the vermicelli has all clumped together."
Clearly, Zheng Yanyan was not in the mood for vermicelli at that moment.
Class group chats and social media praises had put Zheng Yanyan in a cheerful mood. She got up from Zhou Yuwen's legs and looked at him seriously.
"Hubby."
"What is it?"
"I'm falling for you more and more."
Zheng Yanyan said this out of the blue and then wrapped her arms around Zhou Yuwen's neck, kissing him.
Zhou Yuwen was sitting upright on the couch, while Zheng Yanyan knelt beside him, leaning in to kiss him.
Zhou Yuwen naturally did not refuse.
Zheng Yanyan eventually straddled Zhou Yuwen's lap and kissed him.
Zhou Yuwen hesitated slightly, his hand resting on Zheng Yanyan's waist.
The two continued kissing.
