He certainly didn't want to be as obnoxious as Ji Mingqian.
Ye Jiuliang laughed, "Then I'll just call you Li Mochan." Little thing, I refuse to believe I can't handle you.
Hearing this, Li Mochan furrowed his brows but eventually surrendered, "Fine, I won't call you 'little wolfie' in front of others anymore."
"Good boy." Ye Jiuliang reached for a soup spoon, scooped up some porridge, and brought it to his lips, "This is your reward."
The corners of Li Mochan's thin lips slightly lifted, his gaze intensively falling on those rosy lips, "How about a different reward?"
"Take it or leave it." Catching his insinuation, Ye Jiuliang pretended to retract her hand.
Li Mochan held onto her hand, opened his mouth, and ate the porridge she fed him, the smile in his eyes outrageously apparent.
After breakfast, Ye Jiuliang comfortably nestled on the couch, while Li Mochan cleaned up the remnants on the table.