Qin Miaomiao's face darkened. "Where's the spicy crawfish you promised?"
"Crawfish? It's right here."
"Where?"
"These little baby shrimp—isn't that it?"
Qin Miaomiao was so angry she practically wanted to throw the bowl. "You bastard! I asked for crawfish, and you gave me baby shrimp? Even if you compare their sizes, they don't have anything in common!"
Lu Qing looked at her innocently. "Shrimp is shrimp, right? But honestly, why do you hold such a grudge against shrimp?"
Qin Miaomiao took the bowl reluctantly. Despite her disdain, her stomach's call was undeniable. She obediently began eating.
"I'm telling you, this is far from over. You owe me for this." She spoke as she stuffed food into her mouth. Meanwhile, Lu Qing sat watching her, thinking she looked absolutely adorable.
He reached out and wiped the sauce off the corner of her lips, then casually brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it. There was something unnervingly sexy about the gesture.
