A Small Rope With a Butterfly Bread

"…"

"Then, I still want to eat ice cream, is that alright?" Qiao Mianmian didn't harp on his work matters anymore. Since he was willing, she'd just be happy when they were together.

And she was actually very happy to know that Mo Yesi wasn't leaving tonight.

She didn't really want him to go back.

She just didn't want him to work too hard.

"Ice cream? No." The man furrowed his brows and pinched the tip of her nose. However, he did it very gently, afraid that it would hurt her. "You just ate hot pot, and you want to eat ice cream? Aren't you afraid of feeling upset?"

"But I just want to eat ice cream now." Qiao Mianmian acted coquettishly and shook his arm. "I want to eat mango-flavored ice cream. I really want to eat it. If I don't eat it, I'll feel uncomfortable all over."

Mo Yesi was speechless.

"Mo Yesi, I want ice cream…

"Hubby, I want ice cream. Get me one.