A full Manchu-Han feast—made entirely of tofu—was spread before him. He could only look, only imagine. For a foodie, this was excruciating. His mind had no room for anything else!
A faint blush colored the skin around Zhu Yun's foxy eyes. Her fingers traced his cheek, feeling the man's tense muscles and his pitiful gaze.
She pressed her lips to his. As he closed his eyes to savor the moment, she slowly ground against them and let out a soft chuckle. "Nope."
"Why?" A perpetually starving man had just caught the scent of meat, only for the meat itself to shake its head and refuse him. He couldn't help but ask, his tone a bit fierce.
"Comrade Zhu Yun, please correct your attitude. Before we got married, I confirmed with you again and again that we were to be partners, not roommates!"
He immediately realized his tone was off and added pitifully, "Or... do you want to build up our feelings after getting married before we can take the next step?"
