Why?
Jiang Xia was stumped by the simplest of questions.
He was once again experiencing that awkward feeling of being tongue-tied in front of An Ning.
This time, because of his own thoughts, he was even a little scared and felt a pang of guilt.
"Because I'm a good cook, what other reason could there be?"
It was an excuse that wasn't really an excuse, and as Jiang Xia said it, even he didn't quite believe it.
But An Ning, across from him, said with certainty, "That's true, but your reasoning doesn't quite hold up."
"You can't follow me around all the time. I'm starting to think your brain isn't working too well today."
An Ning didn't consider any other possibility at all. She waved at Jiang Xia.
"I'm leaving."
"Wait, no."
An Ning suddenly stopped, causing the disappointed look on Jiang Xia's face to instantly morph into a cheerful smile as he looked at her.
"What is it?"
"What's with that expression?"
