But now, that thought.
Is shattered by this intensely lingering and sorrowful scene.
Could it be that Young Master Su actually likes n?
But why does it have to be Su Jiuci?
Her body stiff, feeling a chill.
She lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, and silently walked away.
However, the kiss was initiated by Su Yan.
And in the end, the one exhausted by it was still her.
Jun Yu’s expression no longer resembled that of a mont ago; instead, his eyes, burning with passion, were fixed intently on Su Yan’s lips.
As if he might pounce and swallow her in the next second.
Su Yan stood up.
She looked at him seriously,
"You shouldn’t be so unreasonable."
That was in reference to how he had just made things difficult.
At this mont, Jun Yu seed to be completely fixated on her tender lips.
Whatever Su Yan said, went.
He voiced his agreent.
"Alright."
Seeing him so anable, Su Yan nodded.
She stopped paying attention to him, sat down, and began to eat with her chopsticks again.
Jun Yu watched her, his thoughts coming to nothing.
Su Yan pulled over a dish of stir-fried chicken, signaling him to eat.
Jun Yu looked at the stir-fried chicken, then rembered the servant’s smug expression just now.
He did not move.
At this mont, Su Yan’s eyebrows were completely furrowed.
No matter how she coaxed, he wouldn’t eat; no matter what she said, he wouldn’t eat.
Could there be anyone more fastidious than him in this world?
Isn’t Qin Qingyue gone from here?
Why still not eat??
She lowered her eyelids and took a sip of the duck bone vermicelli soup.
"In the Su Mansion, this is all we have; if you don’t eat, there is nothing else. Either go hungry or go ho to eat."
Her voice was gentle.
Pursing her lips, her tone remained unvarying.
Jun Yu stiffened.
The heat in his eyes gradually retreated behind the dark pupils.
He remained motionless.
Neither saying he would eat nor saying he wouldn’t.
The previously intimate and lancholic atmosphere abruptly cooled down.
She kept her head down and said nothing, sip by sip, she drank the duck bone vermicelli soup.
At that mont, Hong Dou entered with more dishes in her hands.
"Young Master Su, you..."
Before she could finish.
Su Yan raised her hand, and with a clang, the bowl of duck bone vermicelli soup along with the spoon shattered on the floor.
It was the first ti Hong Dou saw her master so furious.
Then ca Su Yan’s even and flat voice,
"It’s a waste to serve more; no need to bring anything else."
Jun Yu’s dangling hand suddenly clenched.
He looked towards Su Yan.
He reached out, wanting to pull her to him.
But Su Yan had already stood up, the chair tipping backwards, creating a grating noise as it contacted the floor.
She no longer looked at Jun Yu; she walked towards the outside.
As she went, she unwrapped and put a piece of milk candy in her mouth.
She closed her eyes and rubbed her brow.
Jun Yu’s lifted hand froze.
After a long mont and a slight tremble,
It gently fell down, once again resting on his leg.
He lowered his head, immobile.
Simply sitting there.
Hong Dou, holding the dishes, did not know whether to leave or to stay.
This..., she sneakily glanced at Su Jiuci.
Did Young Master Su have a quarrel with the future bride?
However, his matters were not for her to ddle in.
It was best to just obediently follow Young Master Su’s orders.
And so, Hong Dou slowly curtsied.
Holding the tray, she walked out.
Su Yan found a quiet place to sit down.
She closed her eyes; her frown deepened, beca more severe.
In this world, how could there be such an unreasonable person?
She found him maddening just by looking at him.
Hong Dou, carrying the dishes back to the kitchen.
Qin Qingyue happened to see this.
Confused,
"Hong Dou, why are you taking the dishes back?"
Hong Dou shook her head,
"Don’t go over there, Young Master Su and Mr. Su Jiuci had a quarrel."
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