"Is there something wrong with that guy? Why is he de-shelling crayfish for my fiancée?"
"Who in the world needs his crayfish?"
While Lu Benlai was still complaining furiously, a huge heap of de-shelled crayfish meat had appeared on the male student's plate once more.
"He's still de-shelling the crayfish? He can't be thinking of giving them to my fiancée again, is he?"
"Please please please, give it to Little Junior, give it to Little Junior..."
Before Lu Benlai could repeat the sentence for the third time, he suddenly felt a piercingly cold intent being directed toward him, causing him to shudder. When he raised his head and found himself meeting Lin Jiage's wintry gaze, he immediately sprouted a beautiful smile on his face and said, "... Like hell you should give those plates to Little Junior! There's no way on earth Little Junior would want the crayfish you de-shelled!"
