"Are you sure? Feed with the mouth?"
"I’m sure," Xiaoxiao answered quickly. She thought her cheap husband was beating around the bush too much. Just feed her already, why all the nonsense and questions about certainty.
Wait a minute. Feed with the mouth? Did she mishear something just now?
Shouldn’t it be normal to feed with a spoon or chopsticks? Her cheap husband was not playing by the rules, entangling her in his game, and now that she had caught on, her face instantly turned red.
Yang Ming was equally unsettled. He hadn’t expected his wife to agree so readily to be fed with the mouth! That wasn’t his intention—he just wanted to scare her into eating.
What now? Really do it with the mouth? Although he had fed her with his mouth before, she had been unconscious at the time. But now it was different—his lively wife was right there in front of him.
Coming back to her senses, Xiaoxiao saw her cheap husband still not making a move and felt a coldness in her heart. She knew it; she was being rejected again. How much did he dislike her, after all?
She pouted, breaking the silent and awkward atmosphere, "Feed with the mouth? Keep dreaming."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming’s heart, which had been hanging in suspense, inexplicably relaxed. He was really scared; he was extremely afraid of touch, as his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided yet.
However, Xiaoxiao captured this behavior keenly, as she was very attentive to people’s actions and expressions.
Indeed, Yang Ming didn’t want to feed her with his mouth. Indeed, her feelings for him were one-sided. And after he had clearly been holding her hand previously, she thought cynically that all men think with the lower half of their bodies.
But even so, Xiaoxiao was a cockroach that couldn’t be squashed, for she knew her own heart. She decided to win over her cheap husband and initiated all modes of flirting.
She didn’t believe that under her onslaught, her cheap husband’s heart wouldn’t crumble. She wanted to make him be the first to say he liked her.
So she said, "Come on, feed me."
"..." What was with his wife now? Hadn’t she just said he was wishful thinking? His recently settled heart was on edge again.
"Use a spoon, use chopsticks."
Watching his wife pout, Yang Ming knew she was still angry. He didn’t say a word but picked up the spoon and began to feed her, mouthful by mouthful, as she instructed.
"I want to eat this."
"I want to eat that."
Yang Ming felt his wife was acting unusually today, but whatever it was, she was eating, and he would feed her whatever she asked for.
As Xiaoxiao ate, she thought if she really could win over her cheap husband, he’d be like a loyal dog. Look, wasn’t he obediently feeding her?
Xiaoxiao’s mood gradually improved. From time to time, she licked her lips with her tongue. Hm, the food was indeed tasty.
But this simple action of licking her lips caused Yang Ming’s throat to tighten, and he swallowed hard. He felt this meal was dragging on forever.
"I’m done eating; it’s your turn," Xiaoxiao said, having been only focused on enjoying herself and forgetting that Yang Ming hadn’t eaten yet.
She saw him swallowing saliva and thought he was hungry or drooling with appetite, so she quickly let Yang Ming eat.
It must be said, despite her observant nature, she was utterly clueless about emotions.
"I have something important to tell you after you finish eating."
"..." Here it comes, was she going to settle scores with him? How could he continue eating with that on his mind?