Under the sunlight, the stunningly beautiful Miao Xiaoxia felt her face was scorchingly hot and her mood was so tense she could barely breathe.
"What if he doesn't want to eat it at all? What if he instinctively rejects me? What if the breakfast I made isn't to his taste? With so many people around, me being a girl taking such an initiative, would he think I'm not reserved enough? How embarrassing, what should I do if he doesn't accept it?"
The nervous and shy Miao Xiaoxia, her face flushed red, her delicate body trembling slightly from the tension.
And because she was holding her breath, she felt slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
Just then, she clearly heard Shen Qiang say, "Thank you."
She then looked up and saw Shen Qiang's sunny smile.
As he took the pink, cute lunchbox wrapped in a plastic bag from Miao Xiaoxia's hands, looking at her face red to the base of her neck, Shen Qiang said, "I guess it must be delicious."
