She was so startled that she coughed, almost choking. She quickly gulped down a large mouthful of water, her face flushing a deep red.
Wan Donglin, forcing himself to keep a straight face, finally walked over. "Eating without inviting , and sneaking food beforehand?" he said, his tone light. "Did you choke, Miss? If you want to eat, you should do so openly and honorably. Why be so furtive? I wouldn’t bla you, really."
She took another large gulp of water, nearly choking again.
This scoundrel, can’t he ever stop being so sharp-tongued?
Sullenly, she picked up her bowl and began to eat in big mouthfuls, pointedly ignoring him.
Only then did Wan Donglin pick up his own bowl. He noticed a pot of lightly brewed bamboo-leaf green tea beside them, its subtle fragrance wafting in the air.
She had actually rembered his habit. In the past, whenever she needed a favor from him, she would always obediently prepare a few small dishes and brew a pot of bamboo-leaf green tea.
He was flattered. "Xixi, did you brew this specifically for ?"
She rolled her eyes inwardly. As if I wouldn’t know how to drink it myself!
But she mumbled sullenly, "You provided the food, I provided the tea. We’re going Dutch."
Wan Donglin burst into laughter. He picked up a piece of fried pork chop and placed it in her bowl. "Fine, fine, AA it is. Eat more."
She really couldn’t stand it—why was he acting so intimately? Were we that close?
But Yan Xixi couldn’t voice her thoughts. With "that crude slob," one *is* that familiar, right? Yet, the one placing food in her bowl was Wan Donglin. This was utterly bizarre.
That was the strangest al the two had ever shared. They exchanged no words; the dining table was shrouded in silence. Whenever their gazes accidentally t, she would quickly look away, flustered, her face flushing crimson.
He, however, observed her with great interest, his gaze never leaving her.
He loved watching her eat. She always ate with such relish, as if the food were incredibly delicious. Moreover, she never wasted a bite and her posture was graceful, her pace unhurried.
Deep down, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
After such a long separation, they were finally sharing a al at the sa table again.
This was fundantally different from their encounter during the New Year. Back then, when he had forced her to be with him, she had resisted vehently. This ti, however, she was flustered and unsure how to act. She rely kept her head down to eat, her face tinged with a becoming pink, her inner thoughts a mystery...
A blush is good—a blush is truly good. So much better than her previous icy deanor, isn’t it? Before, she rarely showed any expression at all.
The al didn’t last long, yet her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
Yan Xixi felt uneasy throughout. After we finish eating, this fellow should leave, right? Didn’t he just co to scrounge a al? There’s no reason for him to stay after eating, is there?
However, after the al, even when she had cleared the table and washed the dishes, Wan Donglin was still sitting comfortably in the living room, looking perfectly at ease.
The bamboo-leaf green tea had been replaced with Pu’er, also lightly brewed, its subtle fragrance pervading the air.
He poured and sipped the tea by himself, sitting on the sofa and leisurely appraising the room’s layout and decor. Then, cup in hand, he even ambled into her bedroom and study, walking around and inspecting everything.
Yan Xixi grumbled inwardly. This guy has no sense of tact! Barging in uninvited and casually roaming around a young woman’s private rooms—is that appropriate? But then, rembering that Wan Donglin had essentially bought this house, my indignation fizzles. Fine, fine, let him look wherever he wants. Who asked him to be the financial backer anyway?
Wan Donglin deliberately lingered by the bedside table and in the study for a while. Suddenly, a broad smile spread across his face. Excellent! There was no trace of Huang Xiaojue in this apartnt—no photographs, whether group shots or solo pictures, absolutely nothing.
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