"Give me back my pen!"
"You dare to use this hand when you don't even want to keep it!"
"It's just a surface wound, it doesn't affect my use!"
"How could Bai Jingqing tell me that it has hit the bone!"
"..."
"Let's go eat first!" Beiming Han pulled her up.
"I'm not hungry!" Gu Qingxin tried to pull her hand away, somewhat annoyed.
Beiming Han's motion came to a halt, he turned back to look at her, "You have to eat, even if you're not hungry!"
"..."
Gu Qingxin has never seen such a domineering person like him before!
Pulled into the dining room by him, Gu Qingxin looked at the two plates of fried rice on the table and frowned, "This is the takeaway you ordered?"
Even if she had just seen him cooking in the kitchen, she couldn't believe that the man, who didn't even know how to crack an egg or cut vegetables a few days ago, could make two plates of fried rice...
"I cooked it!" Beiming Han motioned her to sit back down at the table.
Gu Qingxin, "..."