Wen Qiao lifted her eyelids to take a glance across the table and saw Lin Ruochun's pitiful little face, her brows sullen and drooping. Reaching out, she scratched under Ruochun's chin, "Hey, just eat a little less, and then get up early tomorrow morning to go for a run. No need to deprive your poor mouth."
"Running?" Lin Ruochun perked up a bit and asked, "Will you accompany me?"
"I'd rather not." Wen Qiao quickly withdrew her hand upon hearing this and continued to slurp her porridge quietly.
"Hey!" Lin Ruochun glared at her, "Don't you need to exercise to burn calories?"
"No need," Wen Qiao chuckled proudly, "I don't get fat."
Lin Ruochun took a deep breath, stretched out a hand, and pointed in a random direction, "Get out of my trailer, now, immediately, at once!"
"Don't get so fired up first thing in the morning."
