Zhuo Yifan didn't expect this fool to stick her hand in, so he immediately let go and looked at her fingers that were a bit red. "Gu Mingzhu, you fool, do you not want your fingers anymore?"
"It's your fault, you wanted to pinch off my fingers, Zhuo Dabao, you're so cruel. I knew it, you've never liked me since we were kids."
Zhuo Yifan snorted coldly, "You deserved it."
After speaking, he walked in and opened the cabinet.
Gu Mingzhu pressed her lips together. His mouth has always been that vicious.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She walked over, wanting to let him taste the durian on her other finger.
Her finger hadn't even reached over before Zhuo Yifan grabbed it, making her miss her chance.
Zhuo Yifan looked at the durian on her hand, his frown deepening, "Go and wash your hands, if I have to do it myself, think about the consequences."
Gu Mingzhu pouted even more, but in the end, under Zhuo Yifan's sharp gaze, she obediently went to wash her hands.
