Chi Ran didn't hurry to get up but casually brushed away some stray hair from her forehead. The gesture was extremely intimate, yet the innocence in Chi Ran's eyes seemed to suggest it was merely the care of a friend.
Jin Mo quickly lowered her head, her heart filled with an indescribable unease, and hurriedly rose from her chair.
"I won't disturb your practice anymore. I've got things to do."
Watching Jin Mo leave as if she were fleeing, a smile tugged at the corner of Chi Ran's mouth.
This girl was too hard to flirt with.
At noon, Chi Ran personally cooked lunch, which Jin Mo savored, secretly sighing to herself that such an excellent man would someday make someone very lucky.
Yet Jin Mo only ate one bowl of rice before setting down her chopsticks, which was not her style at all.
In Chi Ran's mind, a girl's appetite should be like Jin Mo's, and only later when he met other friends did he realize that Jin Mo had a larger appetite than most.
