"Mm," Ji Chicheng nodded, holding a fork and elegantly eating his noodles.
Ji Anning lifted her head again and opened her mouth, "Ah... Feed me."
Ji Chicheng ignored her and continued eating on his own, while she pouted persistently and stretched her head towards him, "Give me a bite."
Ji Chicheng still didn't pay her any attention; instead, he turned his body slightly and used his shoulder to block her, preventing her interference.
"How boring."
Ji Anning pouted, picked up her own fork, and scooped up a big lump of noodles, stuffing her mouth full.
Yet she was still upset that Ji Chicheng hadn't fed her. Why couldn't this man understand any romance?
Although she had once found those couples who fed each other quite disgusting and mushy, she now longed for that type of mushiness.
"Ahh... Dating a man who likes to 'act cool' is really so boring."
Ji Anning stabbed at the noodles in her plate with her fork, venting her dissatisfaction.
The man remained indifferent.
