Tian Sangsang was startled: "Hey, why are you crying?"
"It's… so… delicious…" Zhao Chun mumbled indistinctly, battling with his food.
Tian Sangsang chuckled, feeling a sense of pride. But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Chun dropped his chopsticks, his face turning bright red as he clutched his throat and coughed violently.
"What's wrong with you now?" She had picked up a troublemaker and brought him home—such a fussy man.
He opened his mouth, tears streaming down his face. This time, Tian Sangsang wanted to curse. She quickly stood up and gently patted his back. "Hey, are you okay?" Could this be a sudden fatal illness? If he kicked the bucket on her bed, how unfair would that be?
Zhao Chun's eyes were glistening with tears. "I… I'm choked." With a fish bone. Damn.
