Gu Junhang began chatting with her about their student days, talking about this and that randomly.
"Senior, I thought you usually don’t like to talk much?"
I see now that you’re quite talkative.
Xia Yumo muttered in her heart.
However, because their student days were too wonderful, she wasn’t against talking about them. It was better than discussing ambiguous topics.
Gu Junhang stopped eating for a mont, raised his eyebrows, and with hooked lips, said, "Really?"
"Yeah. At one point, I thought that with your brief and concise manner of speaking, it would be easy for you to be unemployed as a lawyer."
It wasn’t until she personally watched a few debate competitions organized by their departnt did she realize that he could be quite talkative in his profession. He just didn’t want to waste his words on unimportant people.
So, during the days after Su Xing woke up, when she gradually beca familiar with Gu Junhang, she discovered that he actually talked quite a lot in private. His previous aloofness was probably just a facade.
Gu Junhang was amused by her words and said,
"You said the sa thing before."
"Did I?"
Naturally, Xia Yumo couldn’t rember.
"You even said that if I beca unemployed, you would make money to support ."
Xia Yumo: "..."
She wondered why, when she saw him say this earnestly, it sounded sowhat flirtatious to her ears?
Xia Yumo shook her head in her heart, not wanting to think about it.
"Impossible."
"Why is it impossible?"
Gu Junhang didn’t mind her deliberate avoidance. Their conversation felt like they were just ordinary friends.
"I’m stingy. You should be supporting instead."
After saying this, she seed stunned.
She was willing to admit her own poverty while Gu Junhang was so rich that he wouldn’t need her support even if he were unemployed.
But the aning of how she said it sohow seed different.
As she was thinking about how to explain herself, she heard Gu Junhang reply in a low voice, "Okay."
His tone sounded casual, not deliberate, nor flirtatious, but it made Xia Yumo’s heart involuntarily beat faster.
She felt it would be better to keep her mouth shut, as the more she spoke, the more ambiguous it felt.
There was a brief silence between them, accompanied only by the faint sounds of each other eating.
Gu Junhang’s eating movents were extrely graceful, exuding the elegance of a wealthy young master, but he wasn’t slow in eating.
When he finished eating, Xia Yumo was still not done.
He sat quietly by her side, watching her with a gentle gaze that always involuntarily overflowed with indulgence at the bottom of his eyes.
Xia Yumo seed to sense it, but she didn’t dare to make eye contact with him. Her eating sped up slightly.
"I’m done."
She put down her chopsticks and stared at the table in front of her, not daring to look at Gu Junhang.
Gu Junhang seed relaxed and at ease, smiling and asking, "Do you want more?"
"I’m full."
"All right, then I’ll clean up."
Gu Junhang stood up, skillfully collecting the bowls and chopsticks on the table, as if he was used to doing such things, and Xia Yumo couldn’t help but be amazed.
How is this eldest young master, who has servants at ho and a driver when going out, so proficient in doing housework?
In the blink of an eye, Gu Junhang had already tidied up the dining table.
As he put the bowls and chopsticks in the dishwasher, Xia Yumo was still sitting in her wheelchair, staring at him with so surprise.
"What’s wrong?"
Gu Junhang asked.
"You seem to be very skilled at doing this kind of work."
Gu Junhang hesitated for a mont, then nodded, "Hmm, I don’t like to ask others for help with my own stuff."
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