But… what was the problem?
She examined his bitter look of deeply nursed anger and his hatred consumed posture… were they seven pieces of human meat?
Feng Zhiwei picked up the shining meat in her bowl with her chopsticks and held it to the sun. Nothing… and human meat was apparently a little sour.
"Eight pieces."
After almost breaking his bowl, the man finally uttered two words. Feng Zhiwei was baffled into silence, and then a strange thought struck her. She asked tentatively: "Do you want… eight pieces of meat ?"
Gu Nanyi stared forward with a steady gaze and nodded seriously at the bowl.
Feng Zhiwei almost cried. Young master! Can you just tell me that you wanted more meat. As long as you stop torturing me much less eight I can even give you nine! You want it, you can have all of mine!
She moved her bowl over to give him the meat, and she moved to give him all of it, but Gu Nanyi blocked her chopstick after the first piece.
