Song Xing Xing stood in front of the stove and turned around only to notice that someone was staring at her. The look on her face turned shy. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Why can't I look at my girlfriend?"
"Stop staring at me. If you continued to stare at me like that, I'm afraid that I won't be able to make anything for supper."
"You're working hard to prepare a bowl of noodles for me. Of course, I have to admire my hardworking girlfriend." He narrowed his eyes and nodded. "Un. Very good-looking.
Her face turned pale at his words. "Stop it. Or else, I would not be able to concentrate. What if I accidentally cut my fingers?"
The person only turned his head away for a few seconds before he continued to stare.
