Before long, as Su Tian had said, she quickly finished eating.
"Don't you want another bowl?"
Su Tian wiped her mouth with a napkin, "No need, I'm full."
Qiao Yaoran got up to pay the bill, but she hurriedly said, "No, I can do it myself."
He shot her a glare, and she had no choice but to obediently sit back in her seat.
"Alright, let's go back."
This was probably the cheapest meal he had ever treated her to, and seeing her satisfied expression, he surprisingly felt quite happy.
Suddenly, Qiao Yaoran leaned in.
Su Tian, startled, leaned back until her body was pressed against the car.
"Uncle, you..."
Qiao Yaoran took out a napkin and focused on wiping the spicy oil from the corner of her mouth.
Su Tian's heart skipped a beat; she hadn't expected him to do something like this so suddenly.
"Alright, let's go home."
"Oh."
Su Tian returned to the passenger seat, occasionally sneaking glances at him, thinking of how he had just wiped her mouth. Her heart thudded.
