That gentle cough broke the original silence and made Qiao Mo, who had been highly tense, subconsciously twitch. The spoonful of food that was about to reach her mouth 'plopped,' falling onto the dining table, with a bit landing on the napkin she had on her lap.
'Plop,' Qiao Mo looked a little resentfully at the man beside her.
That damn man, of all times to cough, he had to do it just as she was about to eat... must have been intentional!
Fu Nancheng looked at her innocently, large letters written all over his face: not my fault.
Qiao Mo was quite annoyed. After all the fuss, she'd only taken a couple of bites. If she hadn't started eating, it wouldn't have been so bad, but now, it just made the hunger in her belly scream all the more, almost as if it was going to eat away at her stomach.
Qiao Mo angrily picked up the spoon again, scooping some more food.
But this time, she was smarter, putting less in her spoon to prevent it from being too heavy and falling out.
