Su Xiaomo cleared her throat. "Um… well… I think I have some questions, or not…" She squeezed the stuffed steamed buns in the bag, looking conflicted.
She wouldn't have asked if she had known what he had gone through.
What happened to He Jiayu must have left scars that cut deep into his bones. She could even feel the pain as a listener.
Although he could tell the story now in that casual tone, she still felt sad for him, genuinely sad.
He Jiayu looked into her eyes and suddenly grinned. He slowly moved closer.
So close.
Su Xiaomo batted her long eyelashes, befuddled.
"Stop right there! I ate onions, garlic, and stinky tofu last night! Come any closer and I'll throw up all over your face!"
Seeing the teenager's sexy thin lips curl into a smile, she added in a hurry, "I'll throw up in your mouth!"
He Jiayu didn't know what to say. The two of them had had dinner together last night, and it had included none of those things.
