Jiang Jingming came back from work and saw Sang Yu sitting on the sofa drawing, sitting all crooked.
Jiang Jingming approached and straightened her head.
"Sit properly."
Sang Yu was defiant, "No."
The head he had straightened tilted again.
Jiang Jingming put the meals he was holding on the table, then reached out and pinched her chin, gently pulling her toward him.
"Can you sit properly? Hmm?" The man's gaze was extremely assertive, as if if she dared to refute again, he would tear her apart and devour her.
"I can." Sang Yu quickly said.
Jiang Jingming smiled and pecked lightly on her red lips.
"Get ready for dinner."
He turned around and carried the dishes to the dining table.
Sang Yu blushed, looked down at her drawing, and complained to Jiang Jingming, "You made me mess up my drawing."
The man's voice came over, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Sang Yu pouted, "Fine, I'll reluctantly forgive you."
Sang Yu put on her slippers and walked to the dining table.
