Qiao Jing may not have thought much about the event, but it unsettled Qiao Yue. Qiao Jing wanted to eat with her. How was she supposed to eat with him as if nothing had happened?
Qiao Yue could not refuse to eat with Qiao Jing. Since she could not uninvite him, Qiao Yue did the next best thing: she focused on her fish soup. But her traitorous eyes would linger on Qiao Jing's lips if she allowed herself even a moment's distraction.
Qiao Yue's eyes drifted, catching sight of his twinkling eyes. She choked. After a series of coughs, she glared at Qiao Jing.
"What are you laughing at?" Qiao Yue demanded.
Qiao Jing put down his chopsticks, his smile a constant fixture. "Oh, nothing. It looked like you were having trouble concentrating on your food."
"That's not true!" Qiao Yue refused to give Qiao Jing the satisfaction of being right and continued eating as if it were not there.
