Damian reached out his left hand and gently tapped her forehead, "Eat well."
Bella Acker protected her forehead, pouting and looking at him, accusing with her eyes.
You bad guy, it hurts so much!
Damian sighed, "The noodles are too thick and don't taste good."
"Whatever you make is delicious," Bella Acker flattered him without reservation, trying her best to open her round eyes, looking especially sincere.
A quick hint of amusement flashed in Damian's eyes, "Take a shower after eating, aren't you filming tomorrow?"
As soon as work was mentioned, Bella Acker pouted, "Yes."
Seeing her puppy-like aggrieved expression, Damian raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong? Don't want to film anymore? Or did you get wronged at the set?"
"Neither," Bella Acker shook her head, "I want to film, and I wasn't wronged, it's just that I hate being apart from you. Damian, you should turn into a tiny character from a fantasy novel, then I can carry you with me every day."
