Tong Sanlang had washed his hands and now sat silently on the small stool in front of the stove, eating without uttering a word.
Qiao Xiaomai sat beside him, one hand propping her cheek, tilting her head as she stared intently at him, her peach blossom-like eyes reflecting the candlelight without blinking.
Feeling the prickling sensation of her gaze, Tong Sanlang couldn't resist shifting his body to turn his back toward her.
Seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Could you be any more childish?"
At her words, Tong Sanlang paused in his chewing for a moment and replied after a short while, "I'm just afraid of making you angry."
"I can't be bothered to get angry with you."
Hearing this, Tong Sanlang immediately turned around, his eyes bright as he stared at her, "You aren't angry?"