[The latter part of the previous chapter has been revised. Please refresh to read.]
Wen Xiao'ai looked at Jun Moyan, whose mouth was stuffed full and couldn't even chew, and felt so happy inside.
Adding a bit of meat looks good; he'd lost so much weight before, it all had to be eaten back.
Jun Moyan, "forced" to chew the food in his mouth with difficulty, lifted his hand to remove the small hand covering his mouth.
He took a napkin to wipe the oil from her palm.
"Hurry up and eat, there's still plenty, and you can't go to sleep until you finish."
"You want to stuff me to death," Jun Moyan said with a handsome face full of happiness and indulgent smiles.
"Hmph, anyway, you have to eat more."
"Alright, I'll finish it all."
Xiaocha watched the two of them, bubbling with sweetness, and started giggling as well.
Then she turned and went into the kitchen, not disturbing the two of them.
"Slow down, I haven't finished what's in my mouth yet."
