When Jingshu looked at him blankly, with deep affection, Zhao Yun's brain twitched, and he blurted out, "Jingshu, I'll take responsibility for you!"
Jingshu was puzzled, "Take responsibility for what?"
"Aunt Mingzhu taught me that a real man should not only treat his woman well but also take responsibility for her. I held your hand, and we've had physical contact, so I'll take responsibility!"
Jingshu's face flushed with two shades of red, and she scolded, annoyed, "You're crazy."
The more Zhao Yun talked, the more excited he became. "From now on, I'll give you half of my monthly allowance, which is called sharing the blessings."
Jingshu spat lightly, "I don't want your money."
Zhao Yun didn't continue the topic but asked her with concern if she had eaten her fill, whether she was hungry or not.
Jingshu shook her head slightly.
"I also..."
Zhao Yun was about to say he hadn't eaten his fill either when he heard Jingshu say, "I don't know."