"..."
Ye Mingmei stared at him for a few seconds before realizing that Yu Xiuzhun couldn't reach the soup and wanted her to help him.
Why did she complain about the crowd earlier? Now that no one else was around, the person serving him turned out to be her?
It was truly a case of self-inflicted suffering!
Ye Mingmei murmured inwardly, pouted her lips, and seeing Yu Xiuzhun begin to change, she couldn't help but pick up a bowl, serve him a bowl of soup, and hand it to him.
"You bit my right hand yesterday, and now I can't use it properly. You feed me." Yu Xiuzhun quickly made another request.
Afraid Ye Mingmei might have forgotten, he lifted his right sleeve, displaying the clear bite mark right in front of her eyes.
"..."
Ye Mingmei's eyelid twitched slightly as she looked at the deep bite mark on the back of his hand, near the wrist, feeling a bit embarrassed.
She was so angry yesterday that she didn't hold back when she bit him.
