Mo Qing took a bite and then stole a glance at him, took two bites and then stole another glance at him…
This cycle repeated itself. From the very beginning, Ji Muhan noticed the restless gaze of the girl beside him, which kept moving back and forth over him. However, he had long since gotten used to it and was too lazy to pay attention to her.
But the girl became increasingly brazen, going from looking at him for a second and immediately looking away to eventually stopping altogether and staring intently at him…
Ji Muhan looked up and glanced at her, and Mo Qing immediately lowered her eyes and looked away.
But as soon as he looked away from her, she looked back, her gaze somewhat infatuated…
Ji Muhan's fingers tapped unconsciously on her wrist, lightly and silently.
Her fingers were well-defined, fair, and slender—simply beautiful. Mo Qing had never known she was a hand fetishist. She found that anything related to Ji Muhan would unconsciously make her lose focus…
He silently raised an eyebrow, glanced at her, and asked with a hint of helplessness, "Does it look good?"
"Huh?" Mo Qing was a little confused for a moment.
What's good to look at?
Ji Muhan looked at her calmly and said leisurely, "I asked you if you think my hands are pretty? You're staring at them without blinking, do you want to eat my hands?"
Mo Qing was taken aback, then realized that Ji Muhan was teasing her, and grinned at him brightly!
He shamelessly and brazenly said, "Love conquers all, haven't you heard that saying?"
Ji Muhan lowered her eyes, "..."
He really hadn't heard of it...
She tilted her head slightly, rested her chin on one hand, and smiled. "Hanhan, your hands are really beautiful. How can someone be born with such beautiful hands? Can we keep them as a keepsake?"
Ji Muhan said casually, "Sure, cut it off and put it in your backpack!"
Mo Qing, “…”
Looking at his calm and composed demeanor, no one could imagine that what he was saying was so... bloody.
In her sweet, unhurried voice, she said, "If I cut it off, you won't have a hand anymore, and I won't be able to hold your hand anymore. How could I bear to do that!"
He blinked indifferently, "Then let's eat noodles."
The implication is that we shouldn't waste time talking nonsense.
Mo Qing disliked his cold and indifferent demeanor. It seemed that nothing could move him in the slightest, and he always remained so calm and composed.
But there was nothing she could do, because that was his personality, and no matter how capable she was, she couldn't possibly change his nature in such a short time.
Ji Muhan continued eating his noodles, his calm and composed movements once again ignoring her gaze. The girl, having been startled by his earlier outburst, became much more restrained.
However, after a short while, the girl's gaze returned to him, burning so intensely that he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.
He glanced at her again, his slightly raised eyebrows seeming to be asking her a silent question.
Mo Qing immediately complained softly to him, "I can't eat anymore, it's too much, I'm a little full."
Their natural and practiced tone made it seem as if they had known each other for over ten years, but in fact, they had only known each other for less than four months!
Ji Muhan frowned and looked at the girl's bowl. He had served her the same amount of noodles, but she hadn't even finished half of her lunch; she had only eaten about a third of it!
He calmly said, "Eat a little more."
Without a second thought, Mo Qing shook her head and said, "I can't eat anymore, really. If I eat too much, my stomach will hurt and I'll feel uncomfortable in the afternoon."
He lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, his voice tinged with unspoken emotion, "You didn't even finish half of it."
Mo Qing frowned, her soft, sweet voice slow and deliberate, "I don't need to eat too much. I always eat this much. If I eat too much, my stomach will feel uncomfortable."
When she's at home, she eats small meals frequently, preferring to eat when she's hungry rather than stuffing her stomach and making herself uncomfortable!
"..."
Ji Muhan sighed, feeling helpless with the girl. She didn't have any major flaws, but she had a whole host of them; this wasn't right, that wasn't right either.
She's so skinny you could be blown away by a gust of wind, and she never eats more!
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