Sitting on the floor?
For Tang Yuxiu, this is even more unbearable than eating on the coffee table!
Gu Yan continued eating her food casually, saying nonchalantly, "Either don't eat, eat like this, or there's a third option, which is to serve yourself and eat at the dining table alone."
She just liked to sit on the floor like this, eating while watching TV, he could deal with it however he liked.
Tang Yuxiu's face was dark, and the hand holding his chopsticks seemed on the verge of snapping them.
Gu Yan swallowed secretly, eyeing him warily, "You wouldn't want to hit me, would you?"
Tang Yuxiu glared at her sullenly.
Feeling creeped out by his stare, Gu Yan shifted her position, putting a bit more distance between them.
"Men who hit women aren't good men, and I'm already covered in bruises, how could you bear to lay a hand on me?"
As Gu Yan spoke, her expression became increasingly pitiable.
