Wen Nuan giggled and took a picture of him with her phone. He had been living a good life lately, so he had put on some weight. Once he got back to work and was busy, he would lose it again. She wanted to take a picture of him to remember this time. After she was done, she showed it to him. "Feimo, look, you look so good. You look so lively, like a young master from a noble family."
*Lively?*
"I'm not eating medicinal dishes anymore. Let's switch to a lighter diet. If I really gain seventy or eighty pounds, I'll see if you'll cry yourself to death," Ye Feimo said, pursing his lips. He leaned back on the sofa, thinking he would go for a two-lap run at the gym later.
