"Uh, it's okay!" Song Song said nonchalantly while gnawing on a chicken claw, "I don't think it's a big deal."
"..." Xiao Jinghuai reached out to grab the chicken claw from her hand and threw it directly into the trash can, "You know it's a dirty thing but still eat it. You cook so well yourself, anything you make is better than this."
"Xiao Jinghuai!" Song Song glared at him angrily, "I rarely eat it, and do you know no matter how good you make it, it still doesn't compare to others' cooking."
The man's expression softened instantly, seemingly reflecting on his own inexplicable anger. He placed the laptop on the table and sat next to her, pulling her into his embrace, "Song Song, ever since you came back, I feel... there's something between us. Is it because of you, or is it because of me?"
"With everything online, you can just tell me. I'll sort it out. Why don't you do that? Can't you rely on me like you used to?"
"..."
Depend on?
