"How about some mushroom soup? I remember you quite like it."
"I don't like it."
Situ Yunshu freed one hand and harshly flung away his wandering hand, warning him, "And don't touch me! Get back to your seat!"
This beast in gentleman's clothing!
Where did that filthy hand think it was going?
She gritted her teeth, warning darkly, "Try to touch me again, and I'll cripple your hand!"
Mu Jingnan laughed softly in resignation, "Yunshu, don't hold such hostility toward me. I'm just... a man trying to pursue you."
"Plenty of people are pursuing me, you're not even close to cutting in line."
"A hundred days of gratitude for a single day of marriage, can't I cut in line?"
"Get lost!"
Mu Jingnan sat back in his original seat and ordered the meal before she lost her temper.
The food was quickly brought to the table, all dishes that Situ Yunshu liked.
It's not hard to know what she likes to eat.
Just ask the servants of South Wing.
