D: I'll Mail It to You?

Ye Wangchuan seemed to feel his gaze. He turned his head and met his gaze, then raised his eyebrows with a faint smile. "Why are you looking at me?"

"No, no." Qin Si quickly looked away, not daring to say what was on his mind.

Ye Wangchuan clearly knew why he was looking at him, but he still deliberately looked sideways at the girl in the back and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'm cooking."

"Mm?" Qiao Nian was still replying to Guan Yan. Her mind had yet to process the situation. She was supporting her chin and thinking, and she was just about to say 'spicy chicken'.

"No spicy chicken. It's too spicy." Ye Wangchuan's gaze inadvertently went to her right shoulder, seeming to see her unhealed wound through the fabric. "You can't eat chili these days, so hotpot and spicy chicken won't do."

Qiao Nian grew disinterested when he said that. "Whatever."