Han Zishi covered his face, "Shen Mosheng, you're beyond help."
"As long as my heart's desire is fulfilled, being beyond help is just fine," Shen Mosheng said contentedly, handing a peeled tangerine to Han Yingying's mouth, whispering a reminder.
"Yingying, open your mouth."
Suddenly pulled into the game, Han Yingying subconsciously opened her mouth, ate, and continued to focus on the game, totally oblivious to their conversation.
Having played less recently, her skills were rusty and she was being dominated by the opponent; she couldn't afford to be distracted.
She ate, and Shen Mosheng continued to feed her.
Han Zishi rolled his eyes as he watched them from the side.
Shen Mosheng really was hopeless, a total wife-slave!
If he ever got married, he definitely couldn't end up like his dad and Shen Mosheng, under his wife's thumb, bossed around by her.
He would have to revive manliness!
"I'm gonna die, Xiaoxi, come support me quick!"