"Actually, I came over today because there's something I want to say..." Xia Lu said.
Zhou Mingchen didn't even lift his head, still staring at the magazine in his hands, "What is it?"
Xia Lu pushed the red bean soup on the table forward, "Why don't you drink this first?" She always felt that when people ate something they liked, their mood would improve, and it would be easier to communicate.
However, Zhou Mingchen just raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why? To end up in the hospital in the middle of the night like last time?"
It was then Xia Lu remembered that he had suffered from gastroenteritis after drinking spoiled red bean soup the last time, which she had given him. Was this what they called once bitten, twice shy?
Come on, he's a grown man, surely he wouldn't hold a grudge over such a small matter, she thought silently. But seeing Zhou Mingchen's face, she wasn't so sure anymore.
This indeed seemed like something he would do.
