Uh...
An Yiqing sheepishly touched her nose, wasn't it just because she was so absorbed in her research that she forgot to call him? This man was getting more and more petty.
"Oh come on, don't be angry, don't be angry. How about I spend today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after after tomorrow all with you, okay?" She held Gu Yelin's right hand with both of hers, shaking it back and forth, her voice soft as she sweet-talked him, "Or, how about this, I'll cook something delicious for you tonight, okay?"
Screech—
Gu Yelin's hand trembled, and the poor Aston Martin's tire left a heavy mark on the road.
Something delicious? It'd be a miracle if what you make is even edible...
"Ahem, Tutu, think of another way to please me." For the sake of the poor kitchen, which had already been repaired several times, the kind-hearted Master Gu decisively decided to quash An Yiqing's dangerous enthusiasm.
Another way? An Yiqing blinked, her small face gradually turning red.
