Forget it, skipping a meal won't kill me, Ye Xingguang thought as she closed the refrigerator door and was about to walk out of the kitchen. That's when she saw Ye Junqing standing at the kitchen entrance like a great Buddha. It was now late November, and the weather outside was extremely cold, but it was nothing compared to the icy aura emanating from him.
"I'm hungry," Ye Xingguang said in a particularly spineless manner, immediately wishing she could bite off her own tongue. What was she expecting? That he would make her a steak? As if that dog of a man would make her a steak now.
As expected, Ye Junqing's expression was cold and merciless as he spoke, "What's it to me? If you want to eat, go find Li Yu! Isn't he your dear 'Brother Yu'? Why aren't you at the hospital with him? What are you doing back here?"
"He's not my man!"
After she spoke, her nose soured, and she took steps toward the kitchen door, pushing past his obstructive body, trying to leave.
