Zhang Lingying stared wide-eyed in astonishment, forgetting how she should react.
It wasn't until Lu Jing finished kissing her, let go, and took a step back that she felt like a drowning little animal finally breaking the surface to gasp for air.
"My bad mood has nothing to do with the cat, it's related to you." Lu Jing's voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
There was no room for her to escape or avoid.
Zhang Lingying came to her senses only to be thrown off balance again by those words.
Her eyes had nowhere to rest, looking left and right, but she dared not meet Lu Jing's eyes.
Lu Jing knew she needed time to process, so he didn't push too hard, just quietly watched her.
Watching her...
From standing to squatting down, then standing back up, walking over to the dining table, sitting down, and picking up her chopsticks to eat.
Sweet and sour ribs.
Steamed fish.
Steamed egg.
Stir-fried mustard greens.
And a bowl of rice.
The dishes Lu Jing made, she ate them all.
