"So were you just deceiving me a moment ago?" Yang Yunhai looked at Gu Lingling, who seemed about to bury her head in her bowl, and said, "But why?"
What's there to deceive about being sick or not sick?
Why?
Of course, it's because I don't want to go out with you.
Field combat?
No, she'd rather die than go.
"Wha... what?" The food nearly sprayed from Yang Yunhai's mouth, but thankfully he had strong self-control and held it back at the crucial moment, "Field... field combat? What are you thinking with that little head of yours?"
"Or maybe you actually enjoyed what you heard in the kitchen that day?" Yang Yunhai leaned in close and said in a low voice, "Field combat is definitely not happening, but if you like, we can try the balcony, or the sofa... the dining table works too..."
"Stop it." Gu Lingling covered his mouth, "It's not what you're thinking."
How could she accidentally say what was on her mind.
Who knew that just after she spoke, he licked her hand.
