1227 My Poor Husband

Yu Yuehan wasn't interested in the coffee and merely glanced at the coffee stains on her lips and her tongue licking them. His throat instantly constricted.

His gaze grew deep and soulful.

Following this, his grip around her waist started to tighten.

Having exerted too much strength, Nian Xiaomu let out an uncomfortable murmur and raised her head to look at him as she asked, "What's wrong? Do you want to drink some?"

Yu Yuehan frowned and replied with his voice hoarse and deep, "No, I want to eat."

"What?" Nian Xiaomu looked at him, bewildered as she remarked, "There's only coffee here. There's nothing to eat."

Yu Yuehan responded, "There's you."

"…"

Nian Xiaomu snapped into a daze for a few seconds before returning to her senses and throwing a kick at his leg. "Stupid hooligan!"

Nian Xiaomu's chiding did not stop Yu Yuehan.