"I don't know what's going on. Lately, I've been getting sleepier and more eager to eat and sleep. It's really disheartening," Qiao Mo sighed, for she used to be someone who couldn't sleep at all.
He ruffled her hair, "Sit a while longer. I'll take you out for a meal."
A gleam of excitement flashed in Qiao Mo's eyes, "Are we dining out?"
He tapped her nose, "What do you want to eat?"
Qiao Mo thought seriously for a moment and suddenly craved something spicy—like really spicy...
"How about Sichuan hotpot?"
Fu Nancheng's brows furrowed slightly, not because he didn't want her to eat it, but out of concern that it might upset her stomach.
"Is it okay..." Qiao Mo clung to his arm and gently swayed, whining playfully.
He cast her a light glance without speaking, and Qiao Mo slightly pouted, "Then what do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat... you."
With that, he fiercely captured her lips and kissed her deeply.
