This instant noodle is from some knock-off brand, really not tasty, but he hasn't eaten anything tonight, he needs something to tide him over.
Su Weiyi coaxed softly, "Just eat a little, otherwise, you'll be too hungry to sleep."
Sheng Yanxiao's eyes shifted, his thin lips curled up, and his eyes slightly curved, "Afraid I'll be hungry? Then you feed me."
Su Weiyi, "..."
How old are you?
Su Weiyi turned her head, ignoring him, while Sheng Yanxiao lazily reclined with both hands under his head, meaning: if you don't feed me, I won't eat.
Eat if you want!
Su Weiyi really wanted to say that domineeringly, but when you like someone, you'd rather go hungry than let them starve.
After hesitating for less than ten seconds, Su Weiyi obediently picked up the fork and fed him the noodles.
The noodles were as nasty as ever. Young Master Sheng's childish and arrogant syndrome resurfaced.
"Too hot, blow it a bit."
"You're too far away, I can't reach."
