Su Xiaoli instantly felt her entire face burning up.
She clutched the rice bowl tightly, beginning to shovel rice into her mouth frantically.
Originally, this action was meant to cover up her embarrassment.
But halfway through her meal, she heard the man opposite her, his voice tinged with laughter, say in a low rumble,
"Right, eat up, so you'll have the strength later."
Su Xiaoli: "..."
The rice in her mouth suddenly lost all its flavor.
She held the rice bowl, agonizing over what to do.
If she continued eating, it seemed as if she was preparing herself according to Qin Yihan's words.
Yet if she didn't continue, it also felt like she had no other way to relieve the awkwardness.
Without the rice bowl as a barrier between her and Qin Yihan, she always felt that he could see straight through to her heart with just one glance.
Fortunately, at this point, Su Xiaoli's phone rang.
She grabbed it like a lifeline, didn't even glance at it, and answered the call directly.
