"Then kneel on the keyboard, the eggs, or the durian. Anyway, just kneel."
Su Qiao was truly furious with him.
Lu Han rose cautiously and slowly edged toward the kitchen door:
"You can't kneel on the keyboard. If you break it, you won't be able to draw your designs. We still need to eat the eggs, and if they break, we won't have any left. As for durian—you said it smelled awful, so we've never bought any."
Su Qiao ground her teeth. "Are you trying to anger me to death?"
"No, no, I'll kneel on the sofa."
Lu Han didn't dare provoke her any further. He dashed out of the kitchen and went straight to kneel on the sofa.
Su Qiao stared. "..." The sofa was so soft. What was the point of kneeling on it?
Twenty minutes later, the dishes were ready. Su Qiao plated them and set them on the dining table before finally addressing the brat kneeling on the sofa and gazing at her pitifully:
"I'll let it go this time. Since you helped me solve the problem, I'll spare you. But if you dare fool around and cause trouble for me again, watch out. I'll deal with you."
Lu Han's heart leaped with joy. He quickly hopped off the sofa, ran over, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and wheedled, "I knew Qiaoqiao cared about me and couldn't bear to see me suffer."
"..." Kneeling on a sofa counted as suffering?
Lu Han knew she hadn't completely calmed down, so he hurriedly raised three fingers and swore, "I promise you, I'll never play again. I'll behave from now on and never cause you any more trouble."
"Hmph. Don't just make promises without following through."
444: Host, the Great Demon King not only helped you teach