"I suddenly thought that you were too good to me. How could I deserve your care? I have been spoiled by my father since I was a child, so I am often willful and I need you to tolerate and give in. When I reflect on it, I feel guilty."
Maxwell laughed and said, "You still say I'm a child, but aren't you talking like a child? I like you, so of course I care about you. Why do I have to ask you to have any virtues? If you feel guilty and are willing to cooperate with me better, I will naturally welcome it with both hands. For example, you can be more intimate with me on weekdays, feed me something, and do something sweet."
David blinked his dark and clear eyes quietly a few times, and then, as if he had figured it out, he reached out from the table, took the bowl in front of Maxwell, and picked up a handful of noodles with his chopsticks. Stopping in mid-air, he asked uncertainly, "Do you really want me to feed you?"
Maxwell said, "Is there any need to ask?"
The person came closer and made a gesture of waiting for feeding.
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