The Problem was Started

“Come on, wake up,” Crish pulled Camellia’s hand to get up.

“Carry,” Camellia asked in a spoiled tone.

Crish chuckled “Okay, princess, I’ll carry you all the way to the bathtub.”

For the umpteenth time, Crish always happily complied with Camellia’s wishes, he carried Camellia’s fairly petite body from the bed to the bathroom. That was how Crish showed his affection for Camellia.

“You’re getting heavier now,” Crish said after reaching the bathroom.

“Is that true? So you’re saying that I’m getting fatter now?” Camellia glared.

“No, that’s not what I meant, I’m not saying you’re fat, it’s just that you get heavier when I carry you like that,” Crish clarified.

Camellia still didn’t accept it, “Yes, you did say that, but indirectly you also want to say that I’m getting fatter, right?”

“Gosh, that’s not what it means. Besides, even if you are fat, you are still beautiful in my eyes,” said Crish.

“See, that means you really say that I’m fat, you really have the heart to say that. Come here,