"...Alright," having said this much, it would be too pretentious to refuse again. Besides, he's the birthday boy tomorrow, so it's normal for him to be a bit capricious. She reluctantly agreed but repeatedly said, "If it doesn't taste good, don't criticize me."
Mo Hexuan chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm not that picky."
Not that picky?
A regular family's dinner, and he runs to a five-star hotel to eat, yet he says he's not picky.
Qin Youxue thought to herself but didn't say much, it was just a dinner after all, not too much trouble for her.
Furthermore...
She thought of the Sleeping Pills.
She had been pondering how to get Mo Hexuan to take them, and now she had the chance to slip them into the soup and have him drink it.
Though she felt really sorry for him, Qin Youxue genuinely believed there was no other way.
Sooner or later she would leave, sooner or later, even if not now, when Mo Hexuan gets married, she would have to leave.
