“It’s the cola meal set.” He looked up, “Did you make it?” Feeling embarrassed under his gaze, I said, “Ah Bing made it.” (That’s the gardener.)
A flicker of color passed through his deep, dark eyes, along with a hint of warmth, fleeting. He lowered his head and ate everything clean. Strangely, I felt genuinely happy, and it wasn’t just about the assassination plan… “Next time, make it for two.” “Huh?” “We’ll share the burden.” He stood up, trapping me against the desk with his arms on either side, “Have you tried it?” …It really was amusing… “Next time, can we skip the cola? I’m not fond of fizzy drinks.”
“Sure,” I actually agreed… -.- I’m such a fool… His face loomed closer again, lips descending, and I quickly blocked him. That’s the end of the assassination attempt for today! Pointing out the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, I exclaimed, “There’s a plane! It’s a terrorist attack!!” Come on, please crash into us! Qi Yufeng, dissatisfied, turned to look, seeing a plane slowly crossing the distant sky… I tumbled out of his grasp and dashed to the elevator, not forgetting to shout, “Hurry up, hurry up! If we take the elevator now, we can still make it!” As the elevator doors slowly closed, I saw Secretary Fang’s stern face collapse… Wow, what an embarrassment!
Wandering alone on the bustling street, my gaze wasn’t caught by anything, just aimlessly walking. I was scared, because of Qi Yufeng. No matter how bizarrely he treated me before, I didn’t mind, but just now, watching him finish the bento I made, I felt strangely touched. I even wanted to cook him something better, something more delicious. It’s all so confusing…
