"You really are a child raised in a honey pot," Fan Rou said sourly.
"Maybe so, so I can only trouble you," Ye Ranran handed another lamb leg to Fan Rou.
Fan Rou took it.
Soon, four lamb legs were on the grill, Fan Rou started grilling, and Ye Ranran helped by her side.
Not far away, music suddenly started playing.
It turned out that everyone started dancing.
"Shall we go dance?" Fan Rou glanced at the men and women holding hands in a circle not far away.
Ye Ranran waved her hand: "No, I don't like those."
Seeing the bandage still wrapped around her hand, with only five fingers exposed, Fan Rou suddenly remembered the scene of Ye Ranran wiping the fresh blood from her hands.
"Ranran, if I were a man, I would definitely fall in love with you," Fan Rou said with a tone of regret.
Regretting she wasn't a man.
Ye Ranran really wanted to stuff the lamb leg into her mouth: "Stop dreaming, my husband is the one I love the most, you stand no chance."
