Mu Mian was complaining and at the same time, she felt even prouder than her complaints. Because the graceful man in front of her, who resembled an immortal, was hers.
He was hers and hers alone.
He went mad for her.
She was bewitched by him.
They were a perfect match.
Unconsciously, warmth filled her heart, and her small hand hooked his arm, "I want to eat a huge shrimp."
Gong Heng smiled indulgently.
"Okay."
Actually, she didn't particularly like seafood, but it was fine to have it occasionally. Gong Heng also believed that seafood should not be eaten too often, once a month at most.
Sometimes it would be once every two months, or even once every three months.
So she was somewhat looking forward to it.
The two of them had a merry feast, and afterwards, when he said he needed to exercise to digest the food in his stomach, he forcefully dragged her to bed to tumble around, under the pretense of strengthening the body.
Mu Mian was exhausted...