"Are you full?" His tone was deep, tinged with unhappiness.
Jiang Nanshu took another sip of the tart and sweet hawthorn drink, licking her lips, "Yes...full."
[Why does he seem a bit angry? Is it because I drove away bad suitors? Should I call her back?]
Lu Qingyan's temple twitched, and he stood up, "Let's go. It's still early, want to go shopping at the mall?"
[Why bother shopping? I'm full and sleepy. I ran around all day without rest; I'm tired.]
"Sure, as long as you don't find it annoying," Jiang Nanshu instantly agreed.
[To win you over, I'll endure the tiredness.]
Lu Qingyan's gaze lingered thoughtfully on her sincere eyes, then he smiled, "Never mind, let's find a place to rest first."
Jiang Nanshu: "?"
She really wondered if Lu Qingyan was the worm in her stomach—he seemed to know whatever she was thinking.
But as long as it meant not walking, she was happy to relax.
Lu Qingyan went to pay the bill but was informed that Yan Yidan had covered the meal.
