Getting teased and then scolded, Qiao Mo really felt utterly wronged.
After finishing a meal, Qiao Mo felt she could never look at noodles the same way again; they were what she excelled at, convenient and tasty.
After dinner, before Fu Nancheng could speak.
To avoid him, Qiao Mo ran to the kitchen alone to wash the dishes.
As she washed, she mumbled to herself.
"Shameless!
Absolutely the most shameless person in the world!
Despicable, dirty, vulgar!"
But just as she was cursing, the kitchen door opened again; Nancheng walked in familiarly, even more casually than in his own home.
"Why are you back again?" Qiao Mo turned and glared at him.
"Don't say it like that... It makes me think dirty." His expression was calm, but his words were overwhelmingly suggestive.
Qiao Mo froze for a moment, wishing she could slap her own face. She decided not to talk to him anymore.
"I'll wash," he said, reaching out to take the bowl from her, sending her away.
