Lu Xiaoyou knew what he wanted to do, so she said with a smile, "Indeed, that mother and daughter really kill my appetite, but it's okay. Tonight, I'll meet with Zheyu to talk about our wedding next month."
Long Xiliang's chopsticks paused mid-air.
His face quickly turned cold, and a chill emanated from him.
"Did you cook this bowl of noodles for me because you want to poison me and marry Feng Zheyu?"
Lu Xiaoyou glanced at him, her eyes full of amusement.
"Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"
The man retorted coldly, "Do you think you're incapable of such a thing?"
"Hehe~" Lu Xiaoyou's laughter was innocent and carefree, while Long Xiliang's fingers applied pressure to the chopsticks, causing them to creak in his hands.
"Hurry up and eat your noodles, or they'll get cold." She lifted Long Xiliang's hand and pressed the noodles caught on the chopsticks to his lips.
"I want to fill you up, so I can leave at ease~"
