Fu Yihan tilted his head, his face full of rejection.
Su Qingnuan smiled faintly and took back the plate.
"Did you like the one you just ate? If you do, I can get you some more."
Fu Yihan didn't speak, but he turned his head back, now facing Su Qingnuan directly.
Su Qingnuan chuckled lightly and stood up, heading toward the dining table.
Watching Su Qingnuan's cheerful figure retreating, a barely noticeable glimmer of amusement passed through Fu Yihan's eyes.
Su Qingnuan lowered her gaze, carefully discerning what she'd just picked up earlier.
Suddenly, there was a collision on her right side.
Su Qingnuan took a step to the side and turned her head to look.
Fu Yixing was holding a plate, his expression somewhere between a smile and a sneer as he looked at her.
Su Qingnuan frowned slightly and moved another step aside.
Fu Yixing's face darkened slightly as he leaned closer to Su Qingnuan, gritting his teeth: "What's the matter? Is being close to me so unbearable for you?"
