Seeing Rong Rui craving so much, Tang Yige shook her head and carried Rong Rui to the bathroom to wash his paws.
...
After the meal, the waiter came to clear the table.
Tang Yige led Rong Rui, whose belly was round and full, to the front of the TV. The room had two single sofas, one for each of them, and they turned on the TV to watch cartoons.
Rong Rui watched with great interest, while Tang Yige's mind had long drifted to someone in a certain suite.
He ordered food for them; did he eat himself?
Geng Yi said he cares about her, is that true?
Tang Yige tried to suppress her restless thoughts by curling up on the sofa, feeling a slight pressure on her chest.
But this method didn't seem to be working.
In less than two minutes, Tang Yige had changed positions on the single sofa numerous times.
"Little Gege, is your sofa uncomfortable to sit on?"
Rong Rui was drawn by the commotion on Tang Yige's side, looking at Tang Yige with curiosity and softly asking.
