"Go take a shower first. I'll pack up," Shi Qian said to him.
"Wait." Fu Sinian pulled her into his arms. Shi Qian lost her balance and sat on his lap.
"Are you still angry?" he asked with a smile.
"Why would I be angry?" Shi Qian denied.
Fu Sinian suddenly plunged into her arms and took a deep breath.
"I can still smell it."
Shi Qian raised her arm and sniffed. "Is it the smell of sour and spicy noodles?"
"No, it's jealousy."
"Jealousy?" Shi Qian had yet to react.
"Jealousy."
Shi Qian suddenly understood and immediately retorted, "I'm not jealous."
"Didn't you feel something now when you saw people staring at me? Then why didn't you stay there to eat? Didn't you want people to stop looking at me like that?"
