After dinner, Yun Ran washed up as usual, then leaned against the bedhead to read a book.
Nangong Mo wheeled himself to her bedside, handed her a cup of fruit tea, and then took out a bag of walnut crisps for her.
Yun Ran, who had eaten more than him at dinner, looked at the bag of walnut crisps, and her mouth twitched slightly, "Nangong Mo, do you want me to get fat and die?"
Under the flickering candlelight, the man's handsome face was like a painting, breathtakingly exquisite, and he nodded seriously, "Hmm, you're too thin, it's uncomfortable to hold you."
Yun Ran: "?!"
What did Nangong Wuchi say?!
For a moment Yun Ran wondered if she had misheard him.
It was just too hard to believe, given his current saintly, noble, and splendid image!
But he said, "Gain some weight so that you're soft, it's more comfortable to hold."
Yun Ran: "..."
[Am I a bun that needs to be soft?!]
[This Nangong Scoundrel who never speaks any good!]
