Halfway through the kiss, Jiutiao Meijie suddenly pushed Dubian Che away.
"Did you eat ice cream?" she demanded.
"You can taste that?" Dubian Che felt a bit incredulous; he hadn't detected at all what Jiutiao Meijie had eaten that morning.
Seeing Jiutiao Meijie's displeased face, he hurriedly promised, "I'll definitely brush my teeth next time!"
"Brush your teeth?" she huffed, amused and annoyed, "You ate without thinking to save me any, and you dare say you love me?"
"...You mean that? Didn't you taste it?"
Jiutiao Meijie didn't say much, just placed her hands on his waist. Before she could exert any force, she heard Dubian Che quickly change his tune, "Buy, buy, buy! We'll go now!"
"I can't walk," she said, her hand slowly tightening.
"I'll carry you! I'll carry you! Will that do?" Dubian Che half-knelt in front of the chair.
