"Really?" Bao Ye said, "I can't tell you're being forced. You seem rather cocky."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She took a deep breath: "Isn't it just feeding you? Fine, I'll feed you."
Jiang Ruan gave him a mischievous smile: "But a friendly reminder for Mr. Bao."
Bao Ye, plainly: "Go ahead."
"I ate snail noodles for lunch."
"And also had stinky tofu."
Jiang Ruan grinned: "Didn't brush my teeth!"
Bao Ye: "..."
His face instantly darkened.
"Feeding you isn't really a big deal, as long as you don't mind, because there's still the taste of snail noodles in my mouth, maybe the dish I'm feeding you might even carry a bit of..."
Before she could finish, Bao Ye pinched her waist and pushed her off his lap.
Jiang Ruan was caught off guard: "Hey, hey."
"Why are you pushing me?"
Once she stood up, Bao Ye retracted his hand.
He picked up the chopsticks, didn't look at her, and coldly spat out three words: "Brush your teeth."
