Changqing looked at his tall and beautiful back and all the frustration she had from before surged up once again.
She finished washing up and came out. There were three dishes and one soup on the table. The dishes didn't look like they were made by Auntie Wang.
Her heart skipped a beat. "You made them?"
"Yeah." Song Chuyi nodded.
Changqing's throat felt astringent. If it wasn't for Guan Ying's words, she might feel as sweet as honey right now…
She drank the soup sulkily. Song Chuyi's clear eyes watched her for a while and he said, "Shall we go out together in the afternoon?"
"I don't want to go out. There are people everywhere—people might recognize me," Changqing replied neither coldly nor warmly.
"Then… the park?"
"No, what's fun about the park?" Changqing looked annoyed.
Half of Song Chuyi's handsome face froze. "Then what about going out to the sea?"
"I'm going out with my friends," Changqing said lightly.