After a whirlwind of eating, all the food Baili Xia brought was entirely devoured by Wu Ming.
Spotless, without any leftover.
This guy... sure can eat.
Seeing the grease left on his lips, Baili Xia took out a tissue from her pocket.
Instinctively, she reached out to wipe the grease off for him.
Just as the tissue was about to touch the corner of his lips, Baili Xia stopped, tilting her head, a bit puzzled.
Why was she subconsciously treating him like her Uncle?
It was inexplicable, she didn't even know what her mind was thinking.
Wu Ming, on the other hand, seemed to have gotten used to her serving him, seeing her about to wipe his mouth, he didn't dodge at all.
He even leaned his face forward, waiting for her service.
Until Baili Xia's fingers stopped, their eyes met, and suddenly, the atmosphere became awkward.
Baili Xia froze for two seconds, finally remembering he was Wu Ming.
