''You are annoying,'' Mia glanced at his lips, feeling the slight tension in the air. Just as he leaned a bit more closer to her, she pushed herself to her feet, ''Just say that you liked my gift, why pretend otherwise?''
Han Jian Yu glanced at her quietly, the scent of wilderness that she gave off was still lingering in the air, somewhere around him because of the earlier proximity between them.
Under his intense stare, she averted her gaze, ''Come, feed me.''
''Feed you...'' He placed the windchime in the box and stood up, thrusting one of his hands inside his pocket, ''With what?" Her words were rather meaningful to his ears.
''The dinner you made?'' Her brows tugged together.
''Yeah," The corner of his lips tugged up as he walked inside the kitchen.
Mia was bewildered. What's with this weird behavior?
