Mo Ran suddenly felt the food in her mouth was tasteless.
She put down her chopsticks and looked at him with an apologetic tone, "Tang Song..."
The man's eyes darkened and he cut her off, "Let's eat first, no talking during the meal."
"I..."
"Can we talk after we've eaten, okay?" he said helplessly.
Mo Ran picked up her chopsticks again and began to eat, the meal passing in silence. Having already eaten something, Mo Ran was not very hungry and after a few bites, she could not eat anymore.
Tang Song did not force her. He hadn't eaten much himself.
Just like the day before, he took the initiative to clean up everything, while Mo Ran had cut up the fruit.
If they were together, how harmonious their life would be.
After washing the dishes and utensils, Tang Song picked up his coat and said, "I should get going now. I'll come to see you again next time."
Mo Ran stood up and said, "Let me walk you out."
The man glanced at her, neither refusing nor agreeing.
