"No..."
Jiang Sui closed his eyes, put down the pen in his hand, and turned to look out the window, feeling depressed.
"So you want eggs and sausage?"
"No..."
Su Qing opened the kettle and filled it with water.
"So two buckets aren't enough?"
"No..."
It took a long while.
Su Qing seemed to have finished making the noodles, then hummed softly. Her face and eyes were expressionless, but she still looked a little indifferent.
"You can eat already."
The air was filled with a sense of formality, and with the constant clatter of traffic outside the window, it was very quiet.
Su Qing placed the prepared instant noodles in front of Jiang Sui's eyes.
The young man licked the back of his teeth, looking at the slender white fingertips and pink nails in front of his eyes. He didn't refuse and slowly began to eat.
Perhaps worried that the girl would think he was being pretentious, Jiang Sui finished one bucket and then tried to eat another.
However, Su Qing covered it with the lid just as Jiang Sui was about to eat. The girl, with her hair tied in a ponytail, lowered her eyebrows, and pursed her lips slightly.
"Don't eat anymore."
She had been inconsiderate. She shouldn't have bought such cheap food.
Why did she buy a bucket of noodles? Perhaps she felt a strange sense of revenge. Young men like them probably never eat.
The momentary joy didn't last long, and Su Qing felt a little uncomfortable.
She curled her fingers and set the noodles aside.
"If you don't want to eat, then don't."
Jiang Sui held the plastic fork in his fingers, not putting it down. He looked at Su Qing against the light.
"I'm not unwilling to eat."
The young man was serious, his eyes blazing with light, as if they could burn Su Qing, seeing deep into her heart, knowing her thoughts.
Su Qing's eyes flickered.
A thought flashed through her mind.
"For someone like you to be noticed is a blessing."
"What's so good about studying?"
"What do you have to follow him?!"
"Go to hell, Su Qing."
"What? You think you can sue me like this, Su Qing? Are you dreaming?!"
"Su Qing, if everyone knew, how would you feel about your life..."
Everything pierced Su Qing's heart like a thorn. She would rather Jiang Sui had treated her badly, never seen her in such a state, never even known her.
She was such a person.
What kind of person is she?
Jiang Sui narrowed his eyes, staring at the small, palm-sized face. A cold, indifferent light gleamed within it, a gloomy, heartless expression. Shouldn't he have a recollection of such a look?
When was it?
Jiang Sui felt a headache, and he didn't want to think about it. He simply pulled Su Qing into his arms.
?!
Su Qing's cold eyes instantly widened considerably.
"Jiang Sui, let me go!"
She pushed Jiang Sui with both arms, finding space.
Jiang Sui couldn't let that little head wander. He held her head with one hand and held her whole body with the other.
Just a few minutes, so fast.
Jiang Sui's eyes were a scarlet crimson.
His lips were beautiful and cold.
He then breathed deeply into her fair neck, breathing heavily, even slightly panting.
He even radiated a burning warmth.
"Why, you're so disgusted with me eating instant noodles with me?"
"Then if you don't want to, then don't."
"I'm saving all this for later..."
That word made the tips of Su Qing's ears burn.
She kept hitting Jiang Sui.
"Jiang Sui!"
"You bastard!"
What had the boy whispered in her ear as he left?
"There will be even worse bastards later."