Wei Anning touched her belly and could only watch him eat. The man ate elegantly and at a leisurely pace. She complained, "Can you eat faster? Watching you eat alone makes me anxious."
Leng Youchen smiled, "How about going to wash the dishes?"
Wei Anning huffed, "You just said the water was cold and didn't want me to touch it, and now you're giving me orders. Men's words are really unreliable."
The man's smile deepened, "Weren't you anxious watching me eat slowly? I'm just giving you something to do and distract you. Is that wrong?"
Wei Anning had nothing to refute, so she picked up the empty plates and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
As she was almost done washing, Leng Youchen came in with an empty plate and slid it into the sink. He yawned, "Now that I'm full, I'm sleepy. I'm going to shower and wait for you in bed. Hurry up."
After speaking, he gave her a pat on the butt.
Wei Anning jumped back as if her tail had been stepped on, angrily glaring at him.
