"So what, she's just my servant."
Timothy raised an eyebrow, "What did you do to her to make her willingly become your servant?"
Ya Shitian ate another dumpling and said leisurely, "Naturally, it's my charm."
"Tch—" Timothy scoffed, "I don't care, I want to eat too."
He reached out with his chopsticks again, but Ya Shitian knocked them away.
"Satan, don't be so excessive!"
Timothy tried again, but failed once more.
He directly reached out to grab, but Ya Shitian dodged with the plate.
Timothy gave up, "It's just a plate of dumplings, do you have to be so stingy?"
"I don't like sharing food with others."
"Then give them all to me, you can eat something else."
"Not interested."
Timothy looked at him deeply, "You can't bear to part with them, right."
"..."
"Satan, you can't like Little Fox, you have a wife and kids."
Ya Shitian snorted coldly, "Who likes her?"
