"No need."
Xie Xingyun covered the corner of his mouth with his hand and pursed his thin lips under his handsome nose. His gaze seemed to be able to see the girl eating inside through the papered window.
He remembered her saying that watching him eat had given her an appetite.
Initially, he thought that if she was unwilling to eat with him, he would order her favorite dishes and lure her to eat. He was a man, so it was fine for him to starve for a meal. A little girl like her who would cry because she could not eat candied hawthorn might become even weaker if she starved for a meal.
However, the reason why she was unwilling to eat at the same table as him was actually because she was afraid that she would pass her illness to him.
The corners of Xie Xingyun's lips slowly curled up, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction.
So what if it was spicy?
