Fu Yunhe didn't know if he was losing his mind, saying such a childish thing.
Nian Shutong also looked at Fu Yunhe with curiosity, sizing him up, her smile spreading endlessly at the corners of her mouth.
"The beauty of tomorrow will be sweet and sour."
"Wouldn't that be both beautiful and delicious?"
The words "delicious" were spoken by Nian Shutong with a meaningful depth; her eyes roamed up and down Fu Yunhe's body, causing his ears to embarrassingly redden somewhat.
Unfortunately, Nian Shutong didn't see it; after teasing, she walked away—it was her usual style.
Standing behind, Fu Yunhe looked at himself with contempt amidst helplessness. A Commander who crawled and scrambled around should have heard countless colorful jokes, but now, what was going on?
Had he really lived again, only to have his skin grow thinner?
Fu Yunhe adjusted his breathing a couple of times before looking down to grab some fries.
"Where are the fries?"
