This man's attitude was really infuriating. He was insinuating that he had poor timing and... that he was a coward.
Bo Qingyu licked his lips, chuckled after a long silence, and looked at the man who was already heading towards the girl. A few seconds later...
He elegantly flipped off the retreating figure.
"Fuck."
...
"Have some milk."
Fu Chi walked towards Jiang Ruan, patting the top of her sun-warmed hair.
Jiang Ruan looked up at the man with half-closed eyes, her voice languid: "Is it sweet?"
Fu Chi smiled slightly, pinching the girl's soft cheek: "Sweet milk, Your favorite."
This girl has a serious sweet tooth, although he usually controls her sugar intake. He quite likes to see the satisfied look on her face when she's allowed a treat.
"Feed me."
Jiang Ruan remained motionless but smiled playfully towards the man, teasing him without saying a word.
