Yan Zheke raised her head and looked at the unhappy Lou Cheng when she was done laughing. She faked a frown, and said,
"What happened to becoming my personal delivery boy? You promised to only make those deliveries to me! You liar!"
As she spoke, she couldn't stop a smile from creeping onto her face. Lou Cheng grunted in annoyance as he slid a hand around her waist.
"It's wasn't a delivery! What could I have said to him? Sir, your delivery is here, an order of Severe Warning, Emperor Yan Force, and DF-21 which has just been launched!"
"How does that count as a delivery? It would only be a delivery if I told him: Good day, Sir, here's an order of Severe Warning, with a side of Emperor Yan Force and a flaring explosion right in your face!"
"Cheng, I swear you are getting cheekier by the day… Admit it, Talker's the one teaching you all these terrible thoughts, right?" Yan Zheke laughed as she cuddled up to Lou Cheng.