"Are you trying to stuff me to death?!"
Glancing at that clay pot bigger than a rice bowl, she shot Hu Xiaobei a huge eye-roll.
In his opinion, finishing the whole thing was really way over the top.
Knowing he really was forcing her a bit, Hu Xiaobei took a step back and gave an awkward chuckle. "Then you don't have to finish it, but at least drink until you can't drink anymore. That's fine, right?"
"No problem!"
She agreed very straightforwardly and took the small bowl Hu Xiaobei handed over.
Hu Xiaobei glanced at her soft pink slender fingers and gently reminded her, "It's hot, be careful."
Hearing the concern in his voice, a trace of warmth flowed through her heart.
She knew Hu Xiaobei was doing it for her sake, so she was especially moved inside, but out of her mouth she still stayed stubborn. "I'm not a little kid!"
Laughing, Hu Xiaobei spoke solemnly, every word firm, "In my heart, you'll always be that ponytailed girl who pouted all day and threw little tantrums."
