"I... I’m hungry, I want to eat sothing." Yu ng initially wanted to confess, but in the end, she chickened out.
Sotis chickening out becos a habit, and so words just can’t be spoken.
To her, matters of the heart are very important, with a touch of perfectionism. She yearns for the purest, most beautiful romantic feelings, not allowing a single flaw.
Once she says it, it ans she’s ready to commit wholeheartedly. Honestly, she doesn’t think she’s ready—
So she must be careful, very careful, and not get swayed by a few careless words from soone uninford.
Jun Ting’s handso face remained calm, but inside, he was practically dead from frustration. Without expression, he threw the phone back at her, "You’re still recuperating, don’t watch too much. What do you want to eat? I’ll go buy it now."
"... Eight-treasure duck, eight-treasure rice, crab roe buns." Yu ng smiled as she picked up the phone and tucked it under the pillow, not forgetting to add more dishes while doing so, "Oh, and get so oden from Family Mart too! Hehe!"
Jun Ting felt he was about to be driven mad by her, and if this continued, he’d lose at least ten years of his life, "You can’t eat any of what you ordered. I’ll go get you so plain porridge."
"Hey, hey—" Yu ng grew anxious, "I want at, at, not bland porridge, I want at, at, at..."
The man looked at her, just like back at the orphanage when she clamored for lollipops. But her teeth were already decayed from sweets, and eating more would turn her into a toothless old lady. In the end, he bought her a sugar-coated hawthorn to satisfy her craving, letting her have just a lick.
At the ti, he was surprised, wondering how soone could have such a sweet tooth.
What’s so good about sothing that sweet and cloying?
"Do you really want to eat?" He suddenly moved closer, "Do you have to eat? Do you want it that much?"
Seeing him approach, Yu ng noticed those bright eyes, long legs, narrow hips, and guessed he probably had a six-pack or eight-pack.
In any case, his figure was really great.
As he kept closing in, Yu ng’s heart pounded wildly, and she couldn’t help but blush. "Hey! What are you doing? Don’t bully just because I’m sick."
"I do want to bully you, what can you do about it?"
He thought Lin Zheng was right; she always blushed when talking to him. How co he never noticed this before!
He really missed a lot of beautiful sights because of it—
Yu ng was backed into a corner; escaping ant turning into Spider-Man. She stared at the man continually closing in, helplessly saying, "I-I don’t want to eat at anymore, just get so plain porridge!"
"No, you said you wanted to eat, you can’t go back on your word." Jun Ting sat on the edge of the bed, reached out, and pulled her over. If he used just a bit more force, she’d fall into his arms, but that would ruin the fun. "Say it again, what do you want to eat?"
Yu ng’s little heart was about to leap out, especially with the man’s breath brushing against her face. She kept leaning back to avoid it, but it was futile.
The man’s large hand held the back of her head, "Be good, brother will give you at right away."
"Wha-what... mmm mmm!"
The bastard kissed her forcefully again!
They hadn’t even cleared things up yet, and he always used this trick—
Jun Ting sensed her resistance.
Yu ng thought she was dood; she liked his kiss.
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