Long Xiliang grasped the finger Lu Xiaoyou was poking into his chest, "You want to take revenge on me, fine.
But your wedding with Feng Zheyu, don't even think about holding it!"
He gritted his teeth, and his words escaped his mouth one by one.
Lu Xiaoyou could stick to her ideas and plans, but she couldn't stop Long Xiliang from doing what he wanted.
The words spoken by the man were already the best outcome Lu Xiaoyou could have expected.
She wanted to pull her hand back, tried to struggle a few times, but didn't succeed.
"Are you hungry?" She changed the topic naturally.
The man held her soft, fair hand in his palm but said nothing.
She lifted her foot and nudged his calf with her toes.
Since the morning, Long Xiliang hadn't eaten anything. It was as if the man didn't have a sense of hunger, usually eating only to replenish energy.
Silent like a sulking child protesting by refusing to eat.
Lu Xiaoyou teased him with a smile, "I'll fix you some noodles~"
