Ye Anxin asked puzzled, "Uncle, why aren't you eating?"
Mu Beiting's face turned cold, slightly angry, "Feed me!"
From his expression, Ye Anxin knew that she had unconsciously made him speak, so he was unhappy!
He's always like this, so stingy!
Ye Anxin cupped his handsome face with both hands, kissed his thin lips, and said with a smile, "Just let me feed you! Don't be mad, I just forgot!"
Mu Beiting turned his head away, letting out a childlike cold snort.
Ye Anxin shook her head helplessly, sat on Mu Beiting's lap, turned around, picked some of Mu Beiting's favorite dishes from the bowl, and personally fed him bit by bit.
She never expected that such a cool uncle could have such a romantic side.
Feeding each other?
The more she thought about it, the funnier it became, and she couldn't help but show it on her face.
Mu Beiting glanced at the curve of her lips, frowning slightly, "What's so funny?"
