"Oh, by the way, I heard that the dried tofu from the west of the city is quite good," Qu Tan'er pondered and added another sentence, intentionally raising her voice a bit just to make sure certain people could hear her more clearly.
"Hmm."
"And what about the roasted duck from the east of the city?"
"As long as you are happy, it's fine," Mo Liancheng spoke without even a frown, promptly responding to her.
That attitude already said everything; whatever Qu Tan'er requested, as long as it was her idea, he would not oppose it.
"But I'm afraid I might get fat if I eat too much," Qu Tan'er's lips slightly pouted, seeming pleased, yet somewhat reluctant. That little expression was truly very cute.
Suddenly, Mo Liancheng lowered his head and lightly pecked on those little lips, "It doesn't matter if you are fat, I like you anyway."
"Good!" Qu Tan'er laughed heartily, very satisfied with his response.
Ahem, however... Mo Fengyang, this woman, could really endure.
