The plans changed, and Chu Mingcheng's inner struggles ceased.
He went into the kitchen, embraced Jiang Luoluo from behind, and teased in a low voice next to her ear, "With my physical condition, if you keep making that Earth Dragon soup, can you handle it?"
"You'll feel sorry for me, right!" Jiang Luoluo's face turned a bit red. Every person needed time to go from a novice to an expert, and she still felt somewhat shy talking about such matters.
Her straightforward personality meant she didn't put on airs, and she was quite clever at understanding Chu Mingcheng's psychology.
All men have a bit of male chauvinism; it's just a matter of degree.
Jiang Luoluo's response made Chu Mingcheng feel very comfortable.
"Of course, when the time comes, I will definitely listen to you. If you say you want it, I'll give. If you say you don't, I'll still give."
"No, why would you still give if I said I don't want it..."
Jiang Luoluo was baffled. Was this listening to her?