"It's nothing," Qin Youxue shook her head.
"Hmph," Mo Hexuan snorted lightly and pinched her chin threateningly, "If you don't tell me, I'll kiss you."
"Ah..." Qin Youxue was momentarily stunned.
"Will you talk or not?" Mo Hexuan slowly leaned closer to her face, eyes narrowing slightly.
His intimidating demeanor startled Qin Youxue, and she quickly replied, "I'll tell you."
"Hmph."
Mo Hexuan snorted again, released her, and tapped his chopsticks against a bowl. "Speak!"
Seeing his domineering attitude, Qin Youxue couldn't help but feel both exasperated and amused. Oddly enough, she found herself comforted by his presence, as if the chilling pain from her parents' neglect melted away, even around the person she feared the most.
This peculiar feeling puzzled her; it was hard to comprehend and even harder to articulate.
"I was just thinking about my dad," she rubbed her eyes. "He bought me a bowl of beef noodles today too."
