"As it turns out, thinking about it for three years wasn't a waste, the taste of you is indeed delightful!"
He smiled mischievously, reaching out to wrap his arm around her slender waist, gently kneading it.
She stomped on his foot hard.
"Can you be any more shameless?"
"Ahem... if you want, I can!"
"Ah, can't you tell when someone is being sarcastic?"
She rolled her eyes at him and sat down to continue eating her noodles.
Across the table, his long arm reached over and ruffled her silky hair.
After finishing her noodles, Li Jiaqi felt a bit more comfortable in her stomach.
"He Yingdong, I made some noodles for you too, are you going to agree or not?"
She was a bit anxious.
"Bring me my phone..." He seemed to relent.
She quickly dashed to the living room, grabbed his phone from the table, and eagerly brought it to him.
He Yingdong gave her a meaningful look, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
"Where are you now?"
