The ti was soon up, and Jiang Qiuqiu was covered in sweat. After drying off at Mrs. Ai’er’s house, she headed back with Mo Si.
It was already past five when they returned, and the sky was growing dark.
As they neared the fork in the road, Jiang Qiuqiu said, "I’ll be livestreaming tonight, so you can just drop off here."
Normally, in this situation, Mo Si would just stop for a mont and then head ho.
But today was different. He took that step forward. "Can I co and watch you livestream?" he asked.
"Uh, sure, if you want to."
"I do."
"Hmm... But I’ll be livestreaming. Won’t you be bored just sitting there?"
Mo Si said, "I won’t be."
"I watch it often." On nights when he returned from patrol, Mo Si would always watch Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream if he could catch it. He never found it boring at all.
Hearing this, Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at him.
The two of them arrived at Qiuqiu’s house together.
As soon as they got ho, Jiang Qiuqiu bustled into the kitchen. Mo Si followed, "insisting" on helping.
But she didn’t need any help right now. She had Mo Si take a seat on the sofa for a bit. "Why don’t you wait for over there? I’ll be quick."
Mo Si could tell that Jiang Qiuqiu genuinely found him in the way, so he sheepishly went to the living room.
A mont later, she brought out the last of so snacks she had and placed them on the coffee table. "Here, have so snacks. I made these earlier."
It was only then that Mo Si realized that it seed every ti he ca to Qiuqiu’s house, she would imdiately offer him sothing to eat.
It was as if he was only coming here for the food.
"I’m not hungry."
"Huh?" Jiang Qiuqiu took a bite of a snack herself. "It’s been hours since we ate, and you’re not hungry? It’s okay if you’re not, these are just snacks."
"You can have so even if you’re not hungry." They were sweet potato chips she had made before—dry, crispy, and with a satisfying CRUNCH when bitten into. If you savored them, you could taste a hint of sweetness.
Jiang Qiuqiu offered them to Mo Si a few more tis, but he kept refusing.
’That’s strange. He’s never said no before.’
Jiang Qiuqiu decided to find out the reason for this sudden change.
When the young woman asked why in her sweet voice, Mo Si found it hard to refuse or hide his feelings. "I didn’t co here just for the food," he said.
...
PFFT. Jiang Qiuqiu couldn’t help but laugh. "I know you didn’t co here just for the food."
"Just like how I wouldn’t let just anyone in and give them food simply because they wanted to eat."
At these words, they both lifted their eyes.
Black irises were reflected in amber pupils. A placid heart was stirred, sending ripples through it.
In that instant, it seed they both understood sothing.
The air seed to be filled with pink bubbles. Jiang Qiuqiu pushed the sweet potato chips toward Mo Si. "Go on, eat. Food is made to be eaten. It’ll make happy if you eat them."
He reached out his hand.
Before the chip could reach his lips, Jiang Qiuqiu called out to him again. eting Mo Si’s questioning gaze, she blinked and said, "They’re very sweet. Do you like sweet things?"
At a ti like this, who could possibly say no?
"I do."
CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH.
Was that the crisp sound of the chip, or the sound of a heart that could no longer be concealed?
Who knew?
-
It was past seven o’clock, and it was ti for the livestream again.
As usual, Jiang Qiuqiu opened up her stream a little early. Mo Si sat on the small sofa so distance from the kitchen, his terminal on, waiting... for her to go live.
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