Have you had enough of Chapter 46?

46

To avoid any accidents, Mu Qingye did not close the living room door.

He thought that if Jiang Siyu really went crazy, at least he would have a way to escape quickly.

But he ignored Jiang Siyu and sat down at his computer desk to continue playing games.

Mu Qingye's computer was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window near the balcony.

After he sat down, the sunlight from the window fell on him.

The man wore black and gold over-ear headphones, and the sunlight outlined his profile, making even the fine hairs on his face clearly visible.

Jiang Siyu is beautiful herself, and after looking at her own face so much, she has become immune to handsome men and beautiful women.

But at this moment... she stared at Mu Qingye with obvious amazement in her eyes.

Her neighbor has a very cheerful and energetic face.

"Have you seen enough?" The man's lazy voice suddenly rang out, and Jiang Siyu's gaze moved upward, meeting his long and deep eyes.

Shake head.

“You’re very good-looking; it’ll be hard to get enough of looking at you in a short time,” Jiang Siyu said honestly.

Mu Qingye's lips twitched. Jiang Siyu's eyes were so sincere that Mu Qingye didn't even know where to begin to feel angry.

Fortunately, the person who delivered the oranges had already arrived.

Mu Qingye wisely didn't respond to Jiang Siyu's words, got up and brought in the oranges, then opened them and asked Jiang Siyu which variety she wanted to eat.

Sure enough, Jiang Siyu chose the same variety as the one he threw into the trash can: Sunkist oranges.

He asked, "How many do you want to eat?"

"one."

"OK." Mu Qingye casually picked it up to wash, then removed the buttocks and cut it into six pieces.

After plating the oranges, he pushed them in front of Jiang Siyu: "Eat up."

"You've already cut it into pieces, why didn't you peel it?"

"Do you want some or not?" Mu Qingye had never served anyone before, so it was already a great act of kindness for him to slice some for Jiang Siyu.

Moreover, he dislikes people who are pushy and lack tact.

"I won't eat it." Eating like this will still get my hands dirty.

Mu Qingye: "..."

He resisted the urge to kick them out, saying, "Fine, don't eat then."

"Never mind, never mind," Jiang Siyu muttered, then turned and left.

The sound of a door closing echoed down the corridor. Mu Qingye looked at the nearly perfectly sliced ​​orange on the plate and laughed in exasperation.

Whose daughter is this, with such a bad temper?

Mu Qingye didn't want to eat oranges either, so he sat down at the computer desk.

But the hand hovering over the mouse hesitated to click.

The rich aroma of oranges lingered in the air, but what kept replaying in Mu Qingye's mind was Jiang Siyu's eyes.

When she left, her eyes didn't seem too downcast, but her long, half-drooping eyelashes made her look aggrieved.

"grass!"

For the first time in his life, Mu Qingye felt extremely angry.

He felt stifled if he complied with Jiang Siyu's unreasonable demands, but he felt even worse if he didn't.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door in the hallway.

"Jiang Siyu, open the door."

Jiang Siyu, who had just lain down on the balcony, heard the sound, glanced in the direction of the living room, and then didn't move.

Until the knocking sound came again.

She finally made her way to the door, feeling dizzy from all the energy she had just wasted.

After opening the door, Jiang Siyu looked at the person standing at the door and was about to ask him what he had come for when her gaze was drawn to the ceramic plate he was holding.

The oranges inside had been peeled and cut into small pieces, with plump and translucent orange flesh.

Jiang Siyu's eyes lit up immediately.

Mu Qingye didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment; he just felt a subtle ripple stirring in the still lake of his heart.

He handed her the orange and said generously, "Eat it."

"Mu Qingye, thank you."

She thanked him sincerely, but instead of taking the plate, she picked up a fork and started eating.

She ate quickly, taking one or two bites at a time, but without making any strange chewing noises; she was inexplicably well-behaved.

But Mu Qingye's attention wasn't on her face; instead, he stared at Jiang Siyu's trembling hands with a puzzled look.

He wanted to ask something, but felt that since they had only just met, it wouldn't be appropriate to ask too many questions.

So he waited silently for Jiang Siyu to finish eating.

"Phew~" Jiang Siyu clutched her stomach, which was finally full, and said thankfully, "I almost fainted from low blood sugar."

"Is your hand shaking because of low blood sugar?" Mu Qingye asked.

"Okay." Jiang Siyu took the empty plate. "I didn't have the strength to carry the plate earlier, but I'm a little stronger now. Shall I wash it and return it to you?"

"You haven't eaten anything?"

"Uh...no." Jiang Siyu carried the plate into the house, but after taking a few steps, she remembered that Mu Qingye was still at the door, so she stopped and asked:

Would you like to come in and have a seat?

Mu Qingye should refuse; he didn't want to have too much involvement with Jiang Siyu.

But her hand holding the plate was still trembling slightly, and Mu Qingye felt that she had picked up the habit of meddling in other people's business.

He walked into the living room and took the plate from Jiang Siyu's hand: "I'll wash it in a bit."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Low blood sugar, shouldn't you eat? You..."

"I have no appetite and don't want to eat," Jiang Siyu replied. She had originally wanted Mu Qingye to sit down, but then realized that there wasn't even a sofa in the house.

The house was simply furnished; the landlord didn't provide any furniture.

After Jiang Siyu moved in, she only bought a bed for the bedroom and a rocking chair for the balcony.

Looking at her bare home, Jiang Siyu sighed, "I have nowhere for you to sit."

Surprisingly, Mu Qingye actually saw an embarrassed expression on her face.

He nodded, suppressing a laugh, "I could tell."

"Would you like to come to my place?"

Jiang Siyu was reluctant to move, but remembering that she had just eaten someone else's orange, she still cut and peeled it.

It's only right to refuse someone's kindness after they've accepted your meal.

"Okay~" She swayed as she walked out, the living room door being closed by Mu Qingye.

Looking at her unsteady gait, Mu Qingye had a feeling that she was about to faint at any moment.

When he returned home, he found Jiang Siyu sitting at the same corner again, in the same posture.

Mu Qingye was not surprised at all.

He noticed a melancholic, world-weary quality about Jiang Siyu.

The feeling of being able to live or die was particularly strong for her.

The kitchen was open-plan, and Mu Qingye closed the living room door and went straight there.

The refrigerator is full of fruit, but there aren't many kinds of vegetables.

Mu Qingye then picked a fresh bok choy and a tomato and cooked tomato and egg noodles.

After the tomato and egg soup was cooked, the noodles on the other side were also cooked until soft.

Mu Qingye added a little lard to the bottom of the bowl, then placed the chopped scallions, ginger, soy sauce, and salt in it. He then put the noodles in and mixed them well before finally adding the soup.

The aroma is released the moment the noodles are soaked in the rich, golden broth.

Mu Qingye carried the noodles to the dining table. Seeing Jiang Siyu staring at him with a puzzled look, he pulled out a chair in front of the table.

"Come and eat some noodles."

"Did you cook this for me?"

Jiang Siyu thought Mu Qingye was hungry and actually cooked for her?

Moreover, he only cooked one bowl.

It was specially cooked for her.

Jiang Siyu pursed her lips, looking somewhat bewildered.