"I don't know them." Her curiosity intensified in her eyes.
In fact, she wasn't picky about food at all; apart from offals, she would eat anything else.
"It's probably cold by now, how about you come to my place and I'll cook for you again?" He spoke casually, but his carefulness could hardly be detected unless you listened closely.
Sure, Ye Ranran was about to agree when she suddenly realized: "I'm not familiar with you."
How could she go to the residence of a man she had just met that day? It would be too dangerous.
"Aren't you the one with a virus on you? Are you afraid I'll touch you?" He joked, "And I don't look like a bad guy, do I?"
"Bad guys don't have the words 'bad guy' written on their foreheads. But you're right, I shouldn't be scared, unless you are not afraid of getting infected. Let's go." She waved her hand generously and spoke with boldness.
She held her chin high and thus did not notice the fleeting smile in Jun Mochan's eyes or the relaxation in his body.
