Lu Qing really expected her to feed him one bite at a time, not missing even a single mouthful. Qin Miaomiao was practically rolling her eyes—her hand was sore, alright!
Finally done feeding him, she had just set the bowl down when she was pulled sharply, directly into his arms.
"Wha… what are you doing?"
"...No, I…"
Before she could finish her sentence, her pants were… cough cough. Lu Qing took one look and his face immediately darkened.
"Your… relative came to visit?"
Qin Miaomiao's face turned a little red, but Lu Qing was utterly out of luck now. He hugged her tightly in his arms and began nibbling on her fiercely, grumbling:
"You tempting little vixen, you did this on purpose."
"I swear, I'm innocent!"
"Little Jin'er, what happened to your hand?"
Qin Miaomiao froze awkwardly; there was no way she could tell Ninth Uncle the truth.
