Mo Liuxi smiled. âDoesnât mean Iâm not allowed to help you show your filial piety to your parents if weâre not in a relationship.â
Yan Su was sweating. She didnât know what to say.
Was he going to insist on getting his way on this?
âYou... give me some space, wonât you? Iâm not finished cooking yet. Sit in the living room and stop hovering around me. I canât concentrate this way.â Yan Su was waving the kitchen knife around.
âOkay...â Mo Liuxi looked at her with his eyes full of love before heading into the living room.
At 12:20, Yan Su went out with a bowl of pigeon soup, steamed fish, and stir-fried melon.
After she set the table, Mo Liuxi struggled to pick up his food with the chopsticks.
After Yan Su stared at him for a while, she picked a piece of melon to put it in his bowl. Just as she was about to do that, Mo Liuxi opened his mouth, gesturing for her to feed him.
âI canât pick it up from my bowl either way.â Mo Liuxi blinked his eyes. âWhy donât you just feed me?â
Yan Su said, âI thought you told the doctor at the hospital that you can manage by yourself. You canât even eat by yourself...â
âI was putting on a strong front.â Mo Liuxi grinned.
Yan Su frowned. âWhy arenât you putting it on now?â
âI canât keep up the act.â
Alright, heâd won.
Yan Su didnât know how to rebut that statement so she fed him.
Mo Liuxi opened his mouth and he paused as he sucked on her chopsticks.
Yan Su blushed. âDonât be disgusting, thatâs gross.â
âItâs not, your chopsticks smell good.â Mo Liuxi grinned.
âI meant that your mouth is gross.â Yan Su was frustrated.
âYouâll know, you just tasted it yesterday,â Mo Liuxi reminded her.
Yan Su was blushing beet-red now. âCan you please just eat your meal?â
âI want to have some fish.â
Yan Su didnât know if she should put down her chopsticks or not.
If she switched chopsticks, it would be as if she really minded him. If not, they would be sharing a pair of chopsticks.
After hesitating for a moment, she picked up his own chopsticks to feed him.
She continued eating with her own chopsticks and Mo Liuxi was smiling at her. âThereâs no need for that, right? Iâve already used your chopsticks.â
Yan Su put down her chopsticks guiltily and stood up to walk to the kitchen to get some fresh ones.
Just as she stood up, Mo Liuxi pulled her into his lap.
She struggled to get up but Mo Liuxi had her pinned down. âDonât protest, you might tear my wounds.â
âLiuxi, donât be too much. Weâre having lunch now.â Yan Su was uncomfortable.
âSu... I just wanted to ask you, when are you planning to get together with me?â Mo Liuxiâs arms encircled around her. Yan Su was nervous.
After the day before, sheâd seriously considered getting together with him.
But she didnât plan on doing it so soon.
The doorbell rang.
Yan Su grabbed the opportunity to wriggle free and she stuttered nervously, âIt might be your family. Iâm going to take a look.â
She scuttled to the door. When she looked through the peephole, she was stunned.
âWhat is it?â Mo Liuxi had walked over as well. âWhoâs here?â