Hey, darling?
Yun Ran resisted the urge to roll her eyes, glaring coolly at him, gritting her teeth, "How about I give you a kick?"
The man's handsome face was serious and earnest, "Lin Wanyue, don't be ridiculous. Can you kick people now?"
Not knowing where she got it from, Yun Ran held up a brick and waved it at him, "Then how about I give you a brick?"
Nangong Mo: "..."
"Forget it, I'll save the reward for later. I'll go make you some peach blossom cakes."
Yun Ran rolled her eyes at his retreating figure, "You better make them tasty, or I'll beat you into a peach blossom cake."
"..."
Nangong Mo's hands paused on the wheelchair, pursing his thin lips.
"I heard that! If they're tasty, you gotta give me a kiss, right? Don't worry, they'll definitely be good."
Yun Ran: "..."
[His ability to lie with a straight face matches hers perfectly!]
About half an hour later, the first batch of peach blossom cakes was freshly out of the oven.
