“So you like a woman who can cook, right?!”
I'll be honest, whoever's listening, please help save me...
The way these three ladies are eyeing me, I have this weird feeling they'll split my jade stalk into three and divvy it up amongst themselves. They're taking care of me, sure, but at the same time, it feels like they're just waiting for me to get better so they can unleash something evil they've been brewing.
There's nothing secure about my situation right now... *sigh* I shouldn't have pretended to be sick; I should've just gone into my planned year-long seclusion.
A hot bowl of pork rib soup was placed on a small table before Yang Wei. All three women looked at him not with normal, genuine smiles on their faces, but rather, the sort that implied there would be problems if he didn't eat it.
There was an awkward silence.