"No need, I can finish it myself."
Even though they lived under the same roof and shared a bed every night, it was still a paper agreement.
Although Xia Wanyuan was an ancient person, she did not bother with trifles. She knew where the boundary between her and Jun Shiling was, so she did not find it strange.
However, she felt that eating leftovers seemed to have crossed the line.
A strange thought crept into her mind, but seeing Jun Shiling's cold and indifferent expression, Xia Wanyuan felt that she was overthinking.
"If you don't like it, then don't eat. You look like I mistreated you when I asked you to stay for lunch."
Jun Shiling's tone was somewhat cold. Xia Wanyuan felt that the idea that had just appeared in her mind was simply a fantasy.
However, her opinion of Jun Shiling increased.
