Tang Mulin could feel that Chu Jinnian was staring at him all this time, silently eating his glutinous rice balls without looking up at him.
He didn't know if it was because the rice wine had warmed him up, or because the gaze was too intense, but Tang Mulin paused mid-bite, lifting his eyes to Chu Jinnian and said, "Don't think that I will forgive you just because of a bowl of glutinous rice balls!"
If it hadn't been for him, she would never have fallen in the first place.
And to the extent of having to wear a plaster cast, no less.
"I know."
Chu Jinnian obediently nodded, "Until your foot is fully recovered, I will be at your beck and call without any complaints."
With that, Chu Jinnian asked, "What would you like for lunch?"
"Dongpo Pork Elbow!"
The moment the words left her mouth, Tang Mulin's cheeks flushed with heat.
She wished she could bite her own tongue off.
