But he hadn't told her that when he saw the kitchen knife falling and almost possibly chopping her, Shangguan Xiu's heart plummeted sharply as if it were on a roller coaster.
That moment just now had truly frightened him.
An Xiaomian felt very wronged, and muttered in a low voice, "You still have the nerve to say that when it's clearly your fault for staring at me and causing this."
If he hadn't been staring at her the whole time, how would she have felt so embarrassed and uneasy, resulting in her body becoming stiff?
"What did you say?" Shangguan Xiu hadn't heard clearly what she was saying, only that she was mumbling. He suddenly gripped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"Nothing... nothing, I should continue cooking." An Xiaomian wouldn't repeat what she had just said; she quickly changed the subject.
Shangguan Xiu fell silent for two seconds before releasing her, then suddenly, in a deep voice, he asked, "Can you cook noodles?"
