C135 Your name is Joun not a teacup You don't need me to hold you in my hands

You're called Joun, not a teacup, you don't need me to hold you in my hands

The man in the wheelchair got out of the elevator and slowly walked towards the person lying on the sofa. When he saw the plate of fruit in her arms, he slightly frowned.

"Lying on the sofa eating is one of my most hated things."

"AHH!"

"Huh?"

"AHH!"

"Ah …"

"I didn't force you to eat with me