“Slurp, slurp.”
He couldn’t help but take a piece himself, “it doesn’t taste very pleasant,” he said, looking at the lady devouring food as if she were a hungry ghost.
‘What is she doing acting like this?’ He couldn’t help but be curious.
When she felt a hot gaze on her, she raised her head without pausing to eat and questioned teasingly, “why are you looking at me like this? have you fallen for your big sister?”
“Blergh,” he made a vomiting gesture as he stared disgustedly at her and replied coldly, “umphh, you aren’t my type and you know it.”
The younger man’s behavior did not outrage the lady, but she smiled brightly and remarked severely, “that’s good then. I would be devastated if your tastes changed.”
“Ohh, are you already regretting what you brought me into?” he questioned, his knees crossed, looking at her with fascination.
She stopped eating and stared at the young man sitting there elegantly with a feminist air that he only shows when he is around her.
