THREADLIKE THINGS OF TROUBLES

It seemed that the tension between Bai Chen and Zhu Ge was just an illusion as the latter suddenly burst into laughter after hearing the former's statement.

Even Ma Qiao had finished cleaning up the mess and left the two youngsters in the garden pavilion, so the two of them looked like they were in their bubble now.

The tension was indeed broken by the sudden laughter, but Bai Chen was still frowning when the other man suddenly laughed. He still had the spoon in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the raven-haired man as he chewed his food.

"You said you like my scent, didn't you?" Zhu Ge asked after he stopped laughing. He even used his index finger to wipe the non-existent tears from his eyes after laughing out loud. "I admit that I do have the smell of wet leaves, but it's not because I like eating vegetables. How did you come up with such an idea?"