Yan Ye looked at Lian Xinying's delicate face. She hadn't mentioned anything about peeling shrimp, and her carefree demeanor suggested she hadn't even considered doing it for him.
Quickly, she took off the plastic gloves from her hands... It was clear, Lian Xinying wasn't eating or peeling anymore.
Yan Ye remained silent, enduring the harsh reality.
But then Yan Ye wondered, was Lian Xinying this selfish when she first came to him years ago?
In Yan Ye's memory, Lian Xinying was indeed somewhat selfish at that time, but not as selfish as now!
It felt like she was spoiled.
Not understanding how to empathize with others at all.
Yet, even so, Yan Ye didn't dislike her because of it.
Could it be, does he have a masochistic tendency?
"What are you looking at?" Yan Ye peeled and ate by himself, feeling slightly lonely.
Lian Xinying looked up and gave Yan Ye a glance: "Are you asking me?"
"Who else then?"
"Our son!" Lian Xinying looked at Xiaocheng.
