Men Are Like Pig Trotters

As the two pairs drew closer to each other, Mo Jiangye could not help tightening the muscles of his arms. Every time he saw this man, his wariness would heighten unconsciously.

Pursing his lips, he used the outer lane and hugged his woman closer to him.

Lin Jingxuan trained his eyes on Ye Erruo, while she pretended not to see him. Her concentration was only on her man as she held his hand, leaned into his arms, and inquired sweetly, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes." How he wished he could hide the lovely woman in his pocket so no one could covet her.

"I'll get the food. You can get the drinks."

"Alright."

"What do you want to eat?"

"I'll have whatever you pick for me." The volume of his voice was loud enough for Lin Jingxuan to overhear as the other couple brushed past them.

"Men are like pig trotters, so I'll pick some trotters for you later." She chuckled softly.