"Alright." Yang Qingyue huffed her cheeks, annoyed at Ling Qingyu's scolding and replied perfunctorily.
Ling Qingyu finished the meal, quickly washed the dishes, and then sat back on the chair, gazing lovingly at Yang Qingyue, who was still eating.
Yang Qingyue had her cheeks reddened with flame, sensing the piercing gaze. She snorted and glared at Ling Qingyu but only received a pair of doting eyes.
Helpless, she tried to ignore her senses and continued enjoying the meal. "When will you leave?"
"Oh, my dear!" Ling Qingyu whined with exaggeration. "You're even asking to kick me out so soon. I thought I served you last night pretty well."
"Hmph! This is my house." Yang Qingyue humphed with an arrogant face.
Ling Qingyu chuckled and shook her head. She knew Yang Qingyue was merely talking and stood up to watch the television. Her existence might have made her uncomfortable.
