Li Jiaojiao, surprisingly awake, didn't shout at Song Jin but adjusted her attitude, glancing at the items on the table.
"What's this, something to eat?"
Song Jin was so angry his head was about to explode.
He let out his anger, only to be met with such a reply?
He growled irritably, "Yes! Food!"
Li Jiaojiao beamed, "I knew you still cared about me. Why argue with me? You just feel more for me."
She leaned in wanting to be affectionate, but Song Jin smelled something from her mouth, recoiling in disgust, he shook off her hand and sat at the messy foot of the bed.
Li Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows indifferently, she sat down and opened the box. She couldn't smell the aroma of food, her face darkened. Inside was just an eight-inch cake, crooked and misshapen, with smeared frosting, absolutely disgusting.
"What is this!"
