Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, lowered her head, and took a sip.
"I think it's fine."
"You already ate some last night."
"Yes, that was last night!" Song Yaoyao quibbled.
Her cheeks were puffy. Huo Yunque poked them with his fingers like a rubber ball, and they deflated.
"No whining."
"I'm not—" Song Yaoyao whimpered, her voice getting softer and softer.
Her pinky gently hooked his finger and shook it. A pair of butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered, but she pretended to be innocent.
"I'll give you half a piece after dinner."
"Huh? Only half a piece?" Song Yaoyao was dissatisfied.
Huo Yunque gave her a half-smile and pointed at the tip of her nose. "Song Yaoyao, don't push your luck, okay? There's an outsider watching beside you, aren't you ashamed?"
"Ahem..."
Song Yaoyao rubbed her nose and crawled into Huo Yunque's arms. "I forgot!"
