Yuan ye nodded. "What about the thesis/Journal?"
"It depends on how you do it,"Ding Junhui said with a smile.
Yuan Ye:"..."
Yuan Ye silently looked at the delicious food on the table.
"That doesn't count,"Ding Junhui interrupted her before Yuan Ye could say anything. "I'll Cook for you forever if you want to eat, so this doesn't count."
For the rest of his life, this word was somewhat tempting.
Yuan ye looked at Ding Junhui, and Ding Junhui continued to eat without batting an eyelid.
Yuan ye raised her leg and rubbed it against his leg.
Ding Junhui's hand that was holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, but he still pretended to be calm and continued to eat.
Seeing that he didn't have any reaction, Yuan Ye continued to rub against him and slowly approached him. "Ding Shuai ~"
Her words were coquettishly coquettish.
