So, there's actually an unsaid latter half to that sentence, which is that she believes if it were still Lin Xiaolu from half a month ago, she probably couldn't have done what she did just now.
"Ah, you're talking about this."
Having understood, Lin Xiaolu then stuffed the porridge she was holding into her mouth, her gaze lifting as she evidently pondered how to express herself. It wasn't long before she spoke again, "Do you find it embarrassing to act coquettishly towards your mom?"
"Eh?"
Qiu Yun's train of thought was interrupted by the sudden counter-question, and after a moment, she answered hesitantly, "I don't know?"
"Don't know? Ah, oh, sorry."
Lin Xiaolu quickly understood her response and looked at Qiu Yun with a bit less rejection and a bit more understanding. She placed the spoon back in the bowl and raised her finger, "Then you can make an assumption, assuming you are still with your mother, what do you feel?"
Qiu Yun fell silent.
