"You're awful. You just love to tease me."
Noticing a change in him, she squatted down with a coy smile, looking up at Sun Dasheng. "Brother Sun, is it because of the hot weather? Why do I get the feeling you're a little hot and bothered...?"
"HISS... Maybe." Sun Dasheng reached out and stroked her head, his face full of affection. "You're still the most sensible one."
"GIGGLE... Are all of Brother Sun's other women that foolish?" Xiang Yiren shook with laughter as she looked up.
Her messy bangs occasionally brushed against him, providing Sun Dasheng with a unique thrill.
"Focus on your meal and stop talking so much," Sun Dasheng said, his hand applying a bit more pressure.
"MPH...!"
Xiang Yiren was suddenly unable to speak. A hint of pain crossed her face, and her eyelids fluttered upward.
Realizing he had used too much force, Sun Dasheng immediately let go.
