She looked up and met Meng Xinian’s profound eyes.
Chiang Xiao thought this man’s eyes were too attractive, his pupils so black, deep like a secluded pool. When he looked at you so intently, you could fall into them without even noticing.
Like the skip of her heartbeat just now.
Inside, she was a mature woman after all, and even she found it hard to withstand such a high-quality man gazing directly at her.
This habit of Tyrant Meng was really no good at all, too bad.
"Hey, Meng Xinian." She leaned forward and lowered her voice.
Meng Xinian also leaned in close to her, "Hmm?"
"Let me tell you, if you have no interest in a girl, you better not stare at her like you did just now, got it?"
"Why?" Did he stare at her just now?
"That kind of look can be troublesome, you know? Don’t go causing trouble for a nice girl." Chiang Xiao patted his shoulder with a tone, an expression, and a gesture like a serious old lady teaching a naughty child.
Meng Xinian was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
His laugh was unrestrained, relaxed, and bright.
With that kind of laugh, Meng Xinian’s handsomeness seemed to amplify several folds, bursting with charm, as if he could shine.
Yu Chunyu, who had just returned with two bowls of soy milk, was dazzled, feeling that his bright smiling eyes and neat white teeth almost made her dizzy.
She set a bowl of soy milk in front of him, her voice dripping with tenderness, "Brother Chiang, drink it while it’s hot. I added an extra spoon of sugar. See if it’s sweet enough."
Meng Xinian managed to laugh in front of Chiang Xiao, but as soon as Yu Chunyu came over, his smile faded away since he didn’t wish to talk much with her. Taking advantage of the situation, he started drinking from the bowl of soy milk.
After all, they were in business to serve customers, and since he was going to pay anyway, he drank without any psychological burden.
But, Brother Chiang, what the hell?
"Chiang Xiao, you drink too." Seeing that Meng Xinian didn’t reject her kindness, Yu Chunyu blushed slightly and handed the other bowl to Chiang Xiao as a cover.
"Oh." Chiang Xiao took a sip from the bowl, and indeed, it was much sweeter than before!
But why did she feel that there was something odd about the way Meng Xinian was drinking his soy milk? Chiang Xiao sipped her soy milk while trying to figure it out.
Suddenly, her eyes widened.
At that moment, Meng Xinian also had an epiphany and looked at her abruptly.
The bowls for serving the soy milk were supposed to be a set, but slightly different. One had a white base with one black Orchid Grass, and the other had three little Safflowers.
Chiang Xiao remembered that the bowl she had used earlier for her soy milk had the black Orchid Grass, but now that bowl—
Was in Meng Xinian’s hands.
The one he was drinking from had three little Safflowers—
And both of their lips were still touching the rims of the bowls.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Chiang Xiao choked dramatically, her face turning bright red as she coughed.
Meng Xinian couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed, but seeing her huge reaction, he found it amusing and patted her back with a chuckle, "For such a young girl, you sure are thinking too much, aren’t you?"
Wasn’t it just that he had used the bowl she drank from? She wasn’t at a loss either; didn’t she use the bowl he had drunk from as well?
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Chiang Xiao’s coughing worsened, and she raised her head, her eyes teary, looking at him indignantly, "You could slap a bit harder! Damn it, I might let you slap me to death!"
Could one expect this tyrant to be gentle and tender? His slaps were so strong, they nearly injured her internally!