When Ruan Tang saw Xu Lai's attire, her face turned an even deeper shade of red. She sat uneasily on the edge of the bed with her hands clasped, staring down at the floral pattern on her pajamas.
This shy, delicate appearance makes me want to transform into the big bad wolf and pounce on this little lamb.
He grinned and said, "Can't wait, can you?"
"...No!"
"Then let's watch a documentary first."
As he spoke, Xu Lai lay down beside Ruan Tang, took out his phone, and started playing a documentary. It was about national cuisines, and Xu Lai watched with great interest, so much so that he started to feel a bit hungry.
He kept asking, "Honey, should I try making some rice noodles tomorrow? Since you don't eat stinky tofu, we could have pita bread in lamb stew instead."
AHHH! This jerk is torturing me on purpose! It's a double torment, for both my mind and my stomach!
Ruan Tang shot him a glare. "Hurry up and stop dilly-dallying."
"I'm not dilly-dallying."
"..."
