Jiang Ruan blinked, not understanding: "Huh?"
She saw the man lean over, getting closer to her cheek. His sharply defined face exuded a certain edge, as his thin lips slowly uttered a few words: "Your smile is so sweet."
"It makes people think you're asking for something."
The last two words, Bao Ye said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ruan blushed immediately, almost biting her own tongue: "Enough, Bao Ye."
"Fine, then I won't smile at you, alright? It's clearly your unhealthy mindset that's making you think that way!"
Bao Ye had already stood up straight, the pajamas on him looking particularly proper, his laziness exuding an air of elegance.
He said, "Seems like your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, now that you have the energy to argue with me."
"Tsk."
"I spent all that effort making this bowl of soup, and I didn't even hear a thank you from you."
"I won't make it again in the future."
