Wen Jiaren: "..."
That went a little too far. Her mind flashed to the scene of them "coming clean" with each other, which made her a bit shy.
Her stomach began to rumble, and Mu Qian affectionately tapped her nose. "I'll ask An Ying to bring the food in."
Wen Jiaren nodded, "Okay."
However, what was brought in wasn't just food; there were also several exquisite and fancy boxes, along with a man she hadn't seen before, who looked quite effeminate, wearing makeup. He looked pretty good, fair and tender.
As soon as he came in, the man looked squarely at her, which baffled Wen Jiaren. She stared back at him, neither willing to look away first. Then Mu Qian turned her head back. "Do you like this type?"
Mu Qian suddenly dropped the question, and Wen Jiaren responded only after a while, "No way, I just think he's very rude. Even if someone looks good, that doesn't mean they should keep staring at me like that, right? It feels like he's visually harassing me."
