"Come on, little piggy, come into my arms, come on and I will love you, ah, be good"
"Yue'er, I'm jealous."
"Ah? Why?"
"You usually only look at me like that, but now you actually look at me like this."
"What kind of look?"
"Hungry"
...
"Chu Mo, the last thing I, Xiao Yue, should do in my life is to think that you love me..."