"Noodles?" Michael was looking at the stove with wide eyes. Water was boiling and she was cutting the spring onions.
"Am I look like a maiden?"
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, lazily dragged his legs to the refrigerator, and picked up some bottle of juice.
"Do you want to kill yourself with alcohol?" She nagged, he mustn't die before giving her clues.
She waved the knife in her hand and his eyes rolled on the twinkling blade and her wicked eyes.
"Shouldn't you be careful?"
He pointed to the knife and opened the lid with his teeth.
"I'm good at using it, drink one bottle if you are in pain, if you lose your soberness, I might kill you."
He smirked, putting back three bottles in the refrigerator.
"Are you sure it is not for your affection toward me!"
She stopped cutting the spring onions. She hadn't cooked for Hu, why did this guy assume she would do this for him, this freak!
