Gu Jingchen's handsome face unconsciously took on a frosty chill, his voice distant yet clear. His elegant fingers slid into his trouser pockets as he spoke lightly.
"Instructor, look—Xixia says she doesn't want to go. Maybe she doesn't eat lamb. Just as well, there'll be an extra portion for someone else."
Qu Yanyan glanced at Li Chengjing, exchanged a look with him, and then smiled as she spoke.
Even though there's only one spot, there are two of us, Li Chengjing and me. As for who gets to go, we'll figure that out later—since Li Chengjing isn't smart most of the time anyway. But right now, the priority is making sure Shang Xixia doesn't go—that's what truly matters.
"Xixia…" Gu Jingchen's smile carried an undeniable warmth and tenderness. In the sunlight, the man's strong and imposing figure seemed sculpted with precision, his deep black eyes resting affectionately on the woman he cherished, his attitude clearly seeking her input.
