章節 1868: Did Jealousy Disfigure Me?

Qi Yichen glanced at her and ignored her order. "Two bowls of beef noodles with ginger. No onions or coriander, please!"

"You've already decided for me. Why are you still asking me what I want to eat?"

She turned around and sat down. She lifted her eyes and looked at the man opposite her who was pouring hot water into a disposable cup. His domineering and unreasonable style could be seen in all military men.

"I asked because I respect you, but I didn't say that the decision is in your hands!"

Qi Yichen pushed a cup of hot tea over and snorted. His handsome face was full of disdain. "Your hands are as cold as ice. Why did you imitate the ancient people and look up at the bright moon in the cold wind? With your small body, do you still expect to be poetic?"

Holding the warm cup in her hand, her cold hands finally felt a little warm. She heard the man's rude mocking voice and suddenly missed Mu Feichi, who was on a mission.