The man gently raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.
Yun Ran looked at him and suddenly sighed inwardly.
[Forget it, why should a heroine bother with a dog? Chicken drumsticks are my love, and they're delicious! Why bother tormenting myself?]
With this in mind, Yun Ran quickly finished off a chicken drumstick.
As she gnawed on the chicken leg, she kept thinking:
[Nangong Mo, you bastard! I wish I could bite you, you wretched man! Bite you to death!]
By the time she swallowed the last bite, Yun Ran even felt a bit unsatisfied.
Nangong Mo watched her, resembling a gluttonous cat. With careful nourishment over the days, her palm-sized face finally looked a bit rounder, her skin fair and rosy, making one want to pinch it.
Nangong Mo had a silk handkerchief in his hand, and he leaned over slightly to wipe the corner of Yun Ran's mouth with a very natural gesture.
