Gu Qianmeng despised Qicheng in front of him and carefully avoided the crowd around him, protecting his lower abdomen with one hand.

Those dishes and radishes are in her hands, so Gu Qianmeng's movements seem a little clumsy.

Qicheng is getting better. When she sees that she has food in her hand, she reaches for it.

Seeing that long finger is to drag away those dishes, Gu Qianmeng first stunned, "I'll take it."

"Heavy, I'll take it." Qicheng exerted a little effort, but did not exert all his efforts, afraid that the action range was too large.

"It's not necessary. I'm holding something so light." Gu Qianmeng snatched back the...