"Why should I be jealous, huh!" Tang Yuran brushed away his hand that was hooked under her chin and pouted unhappily, "I'm hungry, hurry up and make me something to eat."
"Okay." Gu Yu watched her with a smile in his eyes, his voice low as he agreed, then he bent down and pecked her pouted lips lightly, saying, "When wifey pouts her lips, is it because she wants a kiss from me?"
"Get away!" At last, Tang Yuran couldn't hold back any longer and swung a punch at him.
"Alright... then I'll get away..." Gu Yu dodged with a swift move, pulled a face at Tang Yuran, and then quickly headed towards the kitchen.
Tang Yuran, looking at the rapidly retreating figure heading for the kitchen, finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Well... since someone was getting food ready for her, she could now go and wait on the sofa.
Having taken just a few steps, Tang Yuran couldn't resist touching her clothes, eh, where was her phone?