After saying that, Nanxi lowered her eyes again to ask the man across from her, "That Lu Yinchu, can … can I go?"
"Be good and finish your soup, then I'll take you," he responded.
"Really?"
Nanxi could hardly believe that Lu Yinchu was being so agreeable!
"Finish your soup first!"
"Okay, I'll drink it right now!"
After saying that, Nanxi lowered her head and began to sip her soup diligently.
Lu Yinchu watched her, his lips pursing slightly.
Earlier, when Nanxi said "we", she meant excluding him, didn't she?
His lips curved slightly, a hint of loss hiding in his heart.
...
At four in the afternoon, Nanxi and Lu Yinchu left the house. She felt particularly uncomfortable between her legs, her movements sluggish when she walked!
Lu Yinchu saw her condition, his brows knitted and he held her up, "What's wrong…are you uncomfortable?"
Nanxi had been putting on a brave face, but at his words, she got angry. What's wrong? He had the nerve to ask what's wrong?
