Xiao Yu helped him to the sofa and tossed him onto it. With her hands on her hips, she panted heavily, "Why are you so heavy? You look pretty skinny, where's all the meat hidden?"
Gong Ting's body bounced slightly on the sofa. He grabbed a cushion and put it under his head, frowning slightly, "My stomach feels uncomfortable. Go make me a bowl of hangover soup."
Xiao Yu wished she could kick him. He comes back drunk to bother her, really like he doesn't have a care in the world. But what she said was, "So, what kind of hangover soup do you want? I'll go make it."
Completely like a little wife.
"Not sweet, not sour."
Xiao Yu pouted, thinking that he had quite a few demands. She went to the kitchen and made a bowl of mung bean sprout soup. By the time she returned, Gong Ting was almost dozing off. She initially didn't want to wake him, letting him sleep would mean less trouble for her.
But he seemed to know she was there and suddenly opened his eyes, "Help me up."
