"Get out." Mo Hexuan cursed, "This is for Youxue to cook dinner for me!"
Mo Xiaoman widened her eyes, looking at him incredulously, and after a moment, muttered, "Are you crazy? A Michelin chef cooking for you isn't enough, you still want Qin Youxue to cook?"
"What? Is that not okay?" Mo Hexuan looked slightly smug, "On your birthday, no one cooks for you, right? Why don't you ask your fiancé to cook for you if you have the guts!"
Seeing his smug face, Mo Xiaoman curled her lips in disdain.
"Um..." Qin Youxue awkwardly walked out from behind Mo Hexuan, "I'll put the stuff in the fridge."
"I'll help you."
Mo Hexuan eagerly walked over and went into the kitchen with her.
"Tsk."
Mo Xiaoman leaned on the sofa and smacked her lips lightly, looking somewhat disapprovingly at the backs of Mo Hexuan and Qin Youxue.
What's with the couple-like feeling of these two?
It's so inexplicable!
