"Are you sure? Feed with the mouth?"
"I'm sure," Xiaoxiao answered quickly. She thought her cheap husband was beating around the bush too much. Just feed her already, why all the nonsense and questions about certainty.
"..."
Wait a minute. Feed with the mouth? Did she mishear something just now?
Shouldn't it be normal to feed with a spoon or chopsticks? Her cheap husband was not playing by the rules, entangling her in his game, and now that she had caught on, her face instantly turned red.
Yang Ming was equally unsettled. He hadn't expected his wife to agree so readily to be fed with the mouth! That wasn't his intention—he just wanted to scare her into eating.
What now? Really do it with the mouth? Although he had fed her with his mouth before, she had been unconscious at the time. But now it was different—his lively wife was right there in front of him.
