Xia Pengpeng gave Hancheng a look and retorted, "What do you know! This is called romance! Our marriage is a matter between the two of us!"
"Yes, yes, yes, you're always right, whatever the person you like does is romantic, whatever the person you dislike does is annoying. It's not about romance or anything, it's just about who is doing the same thing! Xia Pengpeng, I ask you, which of the things I've done isn't romantic?"
Xia Pengpeng picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and stuffed it into Hancheng's mouth, silencing his endless chatter.
Hancheng swallowed it and still felt he hadn't said enough, he couldn't help but say again, "Xia Pengpeng! You're hopeless! Your IQ must have been eaten by a dog!"
"A woman in love has zero IQ!"
"Do you believe that I will splash you with hotpot? Can't you consider my feelings for a moment?"
"You're the one who provoked me first," Xia Pengpeng said righteously.
