"I don't want to."
Ye Wan blurted out without a thought.
Seeing Tang Mulin's dubious face, "Wanwan, aren't you the one who loves to eat skewers the most?"
Lu Chuan, skewers, she couldn't tell them apart.
But Ye Wan knew that Tang Mulin was doing it on purpose.
"Eat up."
Stuffing a xiaolongbao into her mouth, Ye Wan felt her ears grow hot.
In her mind, she involuntarily recalled the words Lu Changchuan had uttered while biting her neck, "I need to collect some interest so you'll remember me."
Her fingers unconsciously stroked her neck, completely oblivious to Tang Mulin's meaningful smirk as he eyed the suspicious bruise.
They chatted and watched shows, spending the whole day cooped up at home.
As dusk fell, Tang Mulin dragged Ye Wan out of the house.
Initially, Ye Wan thought she was being taken to Vicent again, but when she heard Tang Mulin tell the chef about the food street, she relaxed.
