"From now on, when we eat beef noodle soup, you eat the noodles, I'll eat the beef," Mo Hexuan said smugly. "Besides, I don't even like noodles."
"........."
Qin Youxue said nothing.
What she had casually mentioned earlier—that she wasn't particularly fond of beef—was just a polite remark. She hadn't expected Mo Hexuan to take it so straightforwardly.
Imagining the scene of eating beef noodle soup and only having noodles left, Qin Youxue felt at a loss for words.
"Alright." Mo Hexuan yawned and glanced at his watch, "It's past four already—I'm dead tired." He stood up and said to Qin Youxue, "Come upstairs and sleep."
After walking a few steps, he suddenly thought of something, turned back, and scooped Qin Youxue up into his arms horizontally.
Qin Youxue gasped in shock, completely startled.
"What's with the yelling!" Mo Hexuan shot her a glare. "Can you even walk?"
Qin Youxue hesitated for a moment. "My foot isn't that painful... I think I can manage."
