Seeing Qin Yue's expression that looked as if she wished she could bite him to death, Bai Moyao slightly curved his lips upward, bringing his face close to hers, "You look at me like that, and I might think you've fallen in love with me."
Caught off guard by Bai Moyao's sudden approach, Qin Yue started, but she was lying on the bed with no way to retreat, so she could only glare fiercely at him before turning her head away, "Like hell I would fall for you!"
Bai Moyao, not bothered, raised his eyebrows briefly, stood up straight, and left the room.
Qin Yue turned her head, looking thoughtfully in the direction of the door. She really couldn't see through Bai Moyao.
Bai Moyao walked into the kitchen, lifted the lid off the pot, poked the chicken meat with a pair of chopsticks feeling it was almost done, took a bowl, scooped out half a bowl of chicken soup and set it aside, then used the chopsticks to pick up a chicken thigh and put it into the bowl.
