The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward, and when her gaze met his no-longer-smiling, pitch-black and profound eyes, An Ruo's heartbeat missed a beat.
She quickly averted her gaze, stood up without looking at him, and said, "It's good that you're okay. I'll go see what I can make for you to eat."
After speaking, she hurried into the kitchen, while Mo Hua watched her retreating figure, his eyes deep with understanding.
An Ruo entered the kitchen, opened the fridge, and discovered there was nothing inside. She sighed and said with a smile, "I'll go out and buy some groceries, what would you like to eat?"
"Make whatever you want, I'll like anything you cook."
She deliberately ignored his ambiguous tone and chuckled, "Then I'll just buy some random items. Don't blame me if it doesn't taste good."
"I won't!" Mo Hua shook his head earnestly, and An Ruo stopped joking with him and went straight out with her wallet.
