"This big brother is going straight for the pot and eating with my mouth, let's see if you'll touch those ingredients after that," Xiaotian Dog said abusively, shamelessly playing the rascal.
He was willing to harm his enemy by a thousand, even if meant scorching himself by a hundred, and even if it meant being burnt, he could use mana to speed up his recovery.
As for whether Yang Chan's heart could withstand it, well, that was anybody's guess!
Thinking this, Xiaotian Dog couldn't help but lift the corners of his doggy mouth into a supremely punchable smirk. He was a dog, and he was proud of it!
"You!" Yang Chan was so angry she glared, but had no way to deal with Xiaotian Dog.
Indeed, as long as he licked the pot once, she would no longer want to eat. It wasn't a matter of taste, but psychologically she just couldn't get past it.
"Give me a straight answer, are you going to serve this big brother some dishes or not?" Xiaotian Dog gloated.