Ai Zhiyi Misunderstood

However, Wen Qi didn't give a care about Chu Weixu's words. He even said coquettishly, "I just want you to taste my soy sauce dumpling. I'd like to ask your opinion. So tell me quickly, how does it taste, brother? It's delicious, right? You like it, yes?"

Chu Weixu rolled his eyes, then refocused on the game. "Meh."

"Tch." Wen Qi pouted. Perhaps, because he wanted to get closer to Chu Weixu, he kept saying many things in a spoiled tone, "This is delicious. Taste it one more time." Wen Qi pinched another dumpling, then offered it to Chu Weixu while saying, "Brother, taste it one more bite."

Due to constantly hearing Wen Qi's whining, Chu Weixu finally got fed up. He stared intently at Wen Qi, and he could see sparks starting to light up like a burn of anger in his eyes.