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Lu Aotian's words hung in the air, leaving Mei Xing momentarily speechless. She opened and closed her mouth, feeling a rush of warmth spread across her cheeks. Her gaze darted away from his steady stare, unable to meet his eyes.
A triumphant smile curved Lu Aotian's lips as he admired the rosy hue that tinted Mei Xing's cheeks.
'Fuck! She's cute,' he thought to himself, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest.
Clearing her throat, Mei Xing finally found her voice. "Speaking of home-cooked meals, what's your favourite dish?" she asked, eager to shift the focus of the conversation to anything that came to mind.
Leaning back in his chair, Lu Aotian pondered for a moment before responding, "I don't really have a favourite meal."
Mei Xing arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "Everyone has a dish they could eat for a week without getting tired of it."
