Yan Sijue picked up the fork, seemingly very expectant: "Yiliang, you know I love the pasta you make the most."
"Mm..." She gave a small smile, sat down opposite him, looked at her own plate, and picked up the fork.
The man across from her had already mixed his pasta, ready to pick up a strand and put it in his mouth.
Mu Yiliang felt her heart racing! It felt as if it could jump out of her chest at any mont!
Suddenly, she closed her eyes, not daring to look any longer! She kept silently chanting in her heart; she must kill him! She must kill him!
However, in the end, she involuntarily opened her eyes and saw the man’s extrely handso profile.
Even the way he ate was so elegant and pleasing to the eye.
Mu Yiliang suddenly felt a coolness on her cheeks. She reached out to touch lightly, only to find... icy tears on her fingers.
Why was she crying?
She stared blankly at the watermarks on her fingertips, the sorrow in her heart surging even more.
Yan Sijue noticed her anomaly, his expression changed slightly, he put down the fork and said: "Yiliang, what’s wrong?"
She instinctively shook her head and looked at his plate of pasta: "You... haven’t eaten it yet?"
"Mm, I just mixed it, haven’t had a chance to taste it yet." Yan Sijue asked softly, "Is there sothing wrong with it?"
"No, I just feel like I... might not have made it well, should I make you another plate?" She said involuntarily.
"Really? It looks delicious." He smiled, but then his tone shifted, "However, if you want to make another one, that’s fine too, I’ll just wait here."
A trace of struggle seed to appear on Mu Yiliang’s face.
In the end, she still smiled faintly: "You must be hungry, right? Just eat this one. If you find it not to your liking, I’ll make you another next ti."
Next ti...
If he eats it, there will be no next ti.
Mu Yiliang thought blankly.
Yan Sijue gave her a deep look, finally nodding slightly: "Alright."
Then, he sat back, picked up the fork, twirled a forkful of pasta, and slowly put it in his mouth.
Mu Yiliang felt her whole body breaking into a sweat!
She suddenly wanted to scream, wanted to stop him frantically! But another stronger force kept her firmly in her seat, only able to watch helplessly as he ate the pasta!
Her hand trembled, the fork clattered to the ground, as if all the strength had been drained from her body!
Yan Sijue seed not to hear at all, obliviously twirled another forkful and delivered it to his mouth, chewing slowly.
Yan Sijue...
She scread his na frantically in her heart, and the tears never stopped.
He’s really going to die...
There will be no more Yan Sijue in this world...
After he dies, what will happen to her... she had never even considered this question!
Does she really want him dead? Why did she want him dead? He was so good to her, the love in his eyes so deep, he might be the person who treats her the best in the world, yet she wanted to kill him! Why, why!
Headache, swept over her without warning!
But this ti, she desperately held it back, even though the headache was so severe, she still tried hard to think about these questions... maybe that’s the key, maybe she should quickly stop him, then call an ambulance...
However, before she could find the answer, the face of the man opposite her changed, turning pale... then, as if from a lack of strength, he slowly fell down!
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