At the dining table.
Sun Zhe was playing with his phone while eating the breakfast Zhu Yan made for him before leaving for work.
"Poozie, poozie, poozie..."
Under the table.
Ye Qiao squatted on the ground, with one hand resting on Sun Zhe's knee and the other holding back her hair that was always about to fall, savoring a sausage.
"Sun Xiaozhe!"
In the quietness.
Ye Qiao suddenly released her bite, poked her head out from under the table, and looked up at Sun Zhe with her cheeks puffed out, "I can't get it out!"
Sun Zhe glanced down at her and smiled, "Looks like your skills are still lacking, huh."
Hearing this, Ye Qiao pinched his hairy thigh in discontent and said defiantly, "I don't believe it today, just wait!"
Then she made up her mind and buried her head again to continue.
"Poozie, poozie, poozie..."
Time passed by the minute and second.
