When two people have been together for a long time, they often become shamelessly comfortable with each other.
Qin Guanglin didn't see anything wrong with it; his lips had been swollen by her before, so what was feeding her a meal?
After finishing breakfast, there was one last spoonful of porridge left in the bowl. Qin Guanglin wanted to reciprocate by feeding her a spoonful, but she refused.
"I don't want it, it's disgusting." He Fang changed her attitude, twisted her body, lay flat, and covered her head with a thin blanket.
"Take it or leave it."
Qin Guanglin swallowed the last spoonful, cleaned up the packaging trash and threw it away, then he took off his shoes and squeezed into bed without lifting the blanket. He wrapped He Fang up in a roll, hugged her tightly, and kissed her through the blanket on the spot where her face was, "You're like a big scallion pancake."
"Then eat me." He Fang's voice was muffled under the blanket, but laughter could be detected.