At this moment, Bai Ruozhu was in the Space, munching on watermelon and watching the drama unfold. Her hand still sticky with watermelon juice, she playfully slapped Jiang Yichun on the arm and laughed, "Hahaha, they think they're clever, only because they couldn't hear each other's voices before, making it hard to impersonate. Now that they can hear, can't they just mimic the voice?"
Jiang Yichun, slightly disgusted, grabbed her hand, wiped it with a handkerchief, and also wiped her mouth, muttering, "Even Little Dengdeng doesn't make such a mess eating watermelon."
"Hehe, that's why I need someone to take care of me," Bai Ruozhu said coyly.
Jiang Yichun snatched the spoon, scooped a bite of watermelon flesh, and fed it to her mouth, "Ah..."
"I... I can do it myself," Bai Ruozhu said, a bit embarrassed despite her thick skin.
