Gu Qingxin-when I blow on noodles, don't I drool too?

What did Chu Bai Qing say?

It was a soft and gentle sentence. It was Gu Jue's favorite tone of voice, but it was the one that made him most angry.

"I'm not eating, I'm a clean freak!"

Chu baiqing didn't even look at Gu Jue. He just stared at his own bowl of noodles.

Gu Jue clenched the chopsticks in his hand tightly, and the anger in his eyes converged into a point.

Just as it was about to explode, he still managed to endure it.

Every time Gu Jue saw Chu baiqing's Red, swollen, and broken lips, he would feel a sense of guilt.

He felt that he was f * cking cowardly. Sooner or later, he would be tortured by the suppressed anger in his heart and the desires that he couldn't express.

Gu Jue picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and blew on them bit by bit.

It was probably because he had a strong temperament, so he was full of air, and it didn't take long for him to cool down.