Spoilt princess

Qie Xieling's waist was suddenly grabbed and his feet almost lifted off the ground. "Muchen, how the fuck are you this strong?" he said with a dumbfounded look on his face. He was taller and their body size was almost the same so how was it that he was always treated like a light paperweight? 

"Give me that. You will have a tummy ache tomorrow if you keep eating that. They use too much artificial chilly," said Luo Muchen grabbing the bag with ease. 

Qie Xieling turned around quickly and tried to grab it. The height advantage he had seemed to give him confidence but Luo Muchen wasn't easy to deal with. He ended up distracted with something else and that was Luo Muchen's chest pressed against him. 

"What are you cooking?" he asked but his gaze was lingering on the chest muscles outlined underneath the t-shirt. He subconsciously reached out to squeeze those pectoral muscles fondling him like a certified groper.