Jia Xuan was taken care of so thoroughly that she was a little dazed, as if she had returned to her childhood, with this man who took care of her every need. She couldn't keep up the cold war with him.
After he washed her face and handed her a towel to dry the water drops, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, "Ahem, don't think that just because you're treating me like this, I won't keep up the cold war."
Gong Lingtuo chuckled, "Alright, then let's continue the cold war."
He had never seen someone in a cold war who was still affectionate and playful. This way of cold war amused him greatly.
Jia Xuan twisted her little body, snorted coldly, glared at him, walked to the table, sat down, and reached for the clean cherries he just washed.
Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, he flicked her forehead, "Haven't brushed your teeth yet."
