Su Li: "..."
Su Li looked at Feng Huaijin, who spoke with such an air of self-importance, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
Alright, whatever he says makes sense, he's amazing.
"I suspect there's something wrong with your aesthetic. Of course, if you want one of those ugly meteorites, I can get you one, but don't say it's from me; it'd be embarrassing if word got out." Feng Huaijin wrapped his arm around her slender waist and spoke bluntly.
Su Li forced a laugh, took a deep breath, and without hesitation, pinched his arm.
Ha, was she expecting Feng Huaijin to understand romance? The good atmosphere was completely ruined by him.
Su Li released her arms from around his neck, picked up the empty bowl, and returned to the kitchen.
Feng Huaijin lowered his head to look at the arm Su Li had pinched red. Tsk, women change their faces faster than flipping a book, snuggling one moment, pinching you the next.
