Chapter 130: Chapter 127: The Old Drunkard’s Interest is Not in the Wine
“I think we should buy so food. What would you like to eat?”
She asked, her true intention not in the wine.
Lu Xiao’s eyes were cold, “Not hungry.”
Wen Xian: “No no no, you are hungry.”
Lu Xiao slowly turned his head to look at her, “…?”
Wen Xian just coughed solemnly and avoided his gaze, not replying any further.
Soon, the two of them arrived at the supermarket.
Fortunately, it was over ten o’clock at night, so there weren’t many people in the supermarket.
She pushed a cart, walking alongside Lu Xiao.
She kept asking Lu Xiao what he wanted to eat, and although he kept saying nothing, she nodded and threw the food into the cart.
It seed she just wanted to fill the cart, not minding what was inside.
Seeing her throw in dozens of bags of frozen dumplings, Lu Xiao couldn’t help but rub his forehead and took the chance to return the dumplings and quietly replaced them with fresh vegetables and fruits while she went ahead to buy wine.
Almost the entire way, that was how they proceeded, and Wen Xian, preoccupied with thoughts, didn’t notice the cart was almost entirely swapped out.
Wen Xian really enjoyed the feeling of shopping in the supermarket with Lu Xiao.
Having him there with her made it feel like a stolen dream, each and every second precious and rare.
The two of them were like a couple, filling her heart completely.
She only wished ti would slow down, even more…
Eventually, it was ti to go to the cashier to pay.
Wen Xian, who was dawdling before, suddenly wanted to snatch up the bill when she saw Lu Xiao pulling out a leather wallet, “No, let do it. You ca all the way here to see , I can’t let you pay.”
Saying this, she edged past Lu Xiao, bending over to grab things from the cart.
Lu Xiao: “…”
The cashier’s counter was piled high with food.
Just as everything was nearly piled up, her eyes began to stealthily glance towards the side shelf.
In supermarkets, chewing gum and so other items are always placed together.
Her delicate hand seed to want to reach out from under the sleeve multiple tis, but each ti there’s a slight disturbance, she withdrew it back, tense and fearful of being discovered.
“Miss, is there anything else?”
The cashier asked.
“Um, no, that’s it.”
While speaking, Wen Xian quickly grabbed an item from the side shelf to stuff underneath the food.
However, probably because she had never done this before, her nerves got the best of her, and in her haste, the item didn’t go in but instead fell to the ground with a clatter.
Wen Xian’s breath hitched sharply.
She quickly moved to block it, pretending as if nothing had happened.
However, the cashier then said, “Miss, you just dropped sothing. Could you pick it up, please?”
The voice was just loud enough for people nearby to hear.
At that mont, Wen Xian’s mind buzzed, nearly exploding. She bowed her head in panic, wishing she could bury her entire face in her collar, pretending she hadn’t heard anything.
She had never felt so embarrassed before.
And she hoped he hadn’t heard anything.
But things never went as she wished.
When the cashier spoke again to remind her, she felt the man behind her move, bend down, and then pick sothing up.
“…” Fuck.
Wen Xian resigned herself and closed her eyes, her ears burning red.
When she opened her eyes again, from the corner of her eye, she saw Lu Xiao put that thing back.
Then, a mont later, she saw his hand pause in front of those boxes before choosing a different one.
In her ears, his deep and hoarse voice said, “You picked too small a size.”
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