Without waiting for Qiao Mo to speak, he indeed got up and turned around to walk out of the bedroom.
Qiao Mo looked at the plate on the table, cleaner than her face, and felt like crying without tears. Eat slowly? He even told her to eat slowly...
What was she supposed to eat?
With her head drooping, she tossed the rice spoon aside.
Qiao Mo rested her chin in her hand, feeling wronged. She was hungry too, wasn't she... He didn't leave her any at all.
Looking at her hand wrapped up like a rice dumpling, Qiao Mo thought angrily, it's not that his bandaging skills are inconsistent, it must be that this scheming jerk had planned it all along!
In fact, Qiao Mo had guessed correctly.
That certain man indeed had premeditated plans, but it extended beyond just the dishes on the plates.
Just as Qiao Mo sighed with her chin in her hand, the bedroom door opened once more.
