Xia Han once again pinned Chuzheng onto the sofa and gave her a lengthy kiss, until they had their fill of fun, and Chuzheng got up to warm up some food for him.
Xia Han was curious, "Little Beauty, did you make this?"
"Not interested." Cooking was such a hassle; she would be crazy to do it.
Xia Han, "Then what are you interested in?"
Chuzheng's gaze landed on him, and Xia Han looked at her expectantly, thinking she would express interest in him.
But she shook her head, "Nothing."
Xia Han, "..."
"What about me?" Xia Han pointed at himself.
"What about you?"
"Aren't you interested in me?"
"You're mine, why should I be interested in you?"
"If you're not interested in me, why do you think I'm yours?" Shouldn't it be that you first become interested before you arrive at that conclusion?
"You just are mine." Chuzheng defended her claim fiercely.
Xia Han, "..."
Xia Han thought that Chuzheng was like a little lion defending her territory, incredibly cute.