Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As soon as she said this, Qi Yan seed to have been petrified and suddenly stopped moving.
Her eyes gradually darkened with a complicated expression. No one knew what she was thinking.
Seeing that Qi Yan did not speak, Liao Jiake took it that she had tacitly agreed. She took the initiative to reach out her chopsticks and pick up a atball for her.
Just as Liao Jiake was about to put the atballs into her bowl, Qi Yan subconsciously dodged. Then, she sped up and ate two mouthfuls of rice, forcefully finishing the remaining rice in her bowl.
Qi Yan put down her bowl and chopsticks and said vaguely to Liao Jiake,
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