Hu Lei followed quietly until they reached a kitchen. He pulled a chair at the counter and indicated for her to seat. She plopped ungracefully on it.
"What would you like to eat or drink?" He asked.
She looked around the immaculate kitchen. Was he planning on cooking? He was going beyond the call of duty. Even if it had been a one-night stand, the treatment would be still too good. More importantly, could he cook? Nothing looked used in the kitchen.
"I can eat anything." She responded.
That much was true. She did not have allergies and had tested almost every cuisine.
"I know that you are secretly a picky eater." He spoke with a light laugh.
He seemed to be in a creepily good mood.
"I am not." The denial came immediately.
Hu Lei's cheeks puffed up, and her soft lips formed an adorable pout.
"You were probably the type of child who would not eat and had to be punished for secretly throwing away food." That voice filled with amusement continued.
