Wan Donglin kept watching Yan Xixi's expression. She, however, kept her head down, focused on the rabbit leg. Afterwards, she began to drink the steaming rock-sugar pear soup, appearing to thoroughly enjoy it, with no discernible change in her expression.
After a while, he sighed heavily. "Are you full?"
She stood up. "Almost."
"Do you want to go to the mall? There's still time."
"If you'd like to, I'll accompany you."
Wan Donglin gave a wry smile. "Do you think I would enjoy shopping?"
She fell silent.
Talking with Wan Donglin was exhausting, like fighting a battle. One careless sentence could offend him. Just like now, his face immediately turned cold.
Yan Xixi, I'm accompanying you *only* because it's you. Don't be ungrateful.
Being with him was like living with a tiger. This life was truly not easy.
However, she really did not want to go to the mall—even though he was quite displeased at the moment, she still did not want to go.
