One day, An Xian asked the male protagonist, "Why did you like me in the first place?" The male protagonist glanced at An Xian, "It's because you are pitiful and no one is chasing you." An Xian said angrily, "My surname is - [silenced], do you dare to tell me again! Look at me today -" An Xian's words were blocked, and the male protagonist chuckled on her lips, took a bite, and licked it again, with a hoarse voice, "Of course I love it the most." You." Another day, the male protagonist leaned on the sofa, eating with gusto, while enjoying An Xian's resentful eyes, "Good boy, don't look at me like this anymore." "You have agreed not to call me this name again, 555, I want to eat..." An Xian grabbed the corner of the male protagonist's clothes and expressed her strong dissatisfaction with her eyes. "Be good," the male protagonist rubbed An Xian's long, disheveled hair, "Besides, you are pregnant now and cannot eat, and -" the male protagonist paused suspiciously, "You are just a ball now."