Mu Jingnan winced in pain, staggering back two steps, a look of agony flashed across his handsome face.
"Heh." He suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with helpless self-mockery.
Without saying more, he handed the food in his hand to her.
"Take it."
Perhaps knowing she wouldn't take it or accept it, Mu Jingnan could only press, "I'll eat with you, or you can take it yourself and eat, two choices."
"Why should I choose?"
"You don't have to choose, but I won't leave either," Mu Jingnan said calmly, "If you're willing, we can keep it like this forever."
Dragging it on was troublesome for her.
But for him, there was no loss.
So, she was always the one at a disadvantage.
Situ Yunshu remained silent for a long while, and then fiercely took the food from his hand, went into the apartment, and shut the door hard behind her.
The door closed right in his face.
Blocking his view.
Mu Jingnan staggered, leaning against the wall, drawing in a sharp breath.
