The man paused his action of eating noodles, then casually looked at Song Qiao and spoke unapologetically, "It's me, are you going to bite me?"
Song Qiao, "..." I'm not a dog, why would I bite you?
Silence fell between the two, neither spoke for a moment.
Song Qiao ate the cake slowly, savoring each bite, after all, a cake needs to be tasted slowly. By the time Lu Jingchen finished his noodles, Song Qiao still had a third of her cake left.
He didn't directly take the bowl to the kitchen, instead casually placed it aside, grabbed a few napkins, and wiped his hands and mouth. Then he looked at Song Qiao and couldn't help but ask, "How have you been these five years?"
Actually, the moment he saw Song Qiao yesterday, he wanted to ask this question but somehow didn't.
Now that he asked, it was only something he had always wanted to ask.
Ultimately, he couldn't control his inner thoughts.
