Might even get a stomach illness.
Fu Ziqian didn't speak, just scooped up some rice with a spoon and brought it to Qiao Chuchu's lips.
Qiao Chuchu pursed her lips stubbornly, looking at Fu Ziqian.
Fu Ziqian put the spoon back in the bowl, looking at Qiao Chuchu: "Do I have to feed you another way?"
Feed her another way?
What other way could Fu Ziqian use to feed her?
While Qiao Chuchu was puzzling over this, Fu Ziqian scooped up some rice with the spoon and ate a bite...
Ate a bite!!!
Qiao Chuchu stared at Fu Ziqian in shock. Could it be... Fu Ziqian was planning to feed her with his mouth?
How... disgusting?
How could he do something so disgusting?
But Qiao Chuchu knew Fu Ziqian could indeed do something this disgusting, so she quickly covered her lips with her hand, glaring at Fu Ziqian in a guarded and warning manner.
