Shen Yanhe tried to maintain the last bit of anger in his heart, his face red as he glared fiercely at him, "There won't be a next time! From now on, when I say stop, you must stop!"
Pointing to her lips, she couldn't help but accuse, "Look at you! You've kissed my lips swollen! You're simply a beast!"
Fu Yanhe's gaze fell on her lips, and he couldn't help but smile, "Sorry, you're just too kissable."
He was even laughing!
"Eat by yourself!" Shen Yanhe's anger flared up a bit more, and gritting her teeth, she stood up and picked up a plate full of barbeque, "I'm going to eat in my room!"
Shen Yanhe, carrying the plate, stormed out, and before leaving, she didn't forget to take that bowl of boneless fish meat with her.
Wu Fang, who was walking in, saw Shen Yanhe storm off and asked Fu Yanhe with a puzzled face, "Young Master, what happened to the young mistress?"
