During Bo Jingyan's mealtime, he would glance at Xia Qingtian every time he took a sip of the porridge.
At first, Xia Qingtian was able to tolerate it. However, as his gaze continued to land on her repeatedly, an uncontrollable vein pulsated on her forehead.
"Why aren't you eating properly and instead staring at me?" At last, she couldn't bear it any longer, stared back at Bo Jingyan, and asked irritably.
"Because you are a feast for my eyes!" Bo Jingyan replied with a light chuckle, "You look more appetizing when you eat."
Xia Qingtian crossed her arms and looked at him coldly, "So you mean to say, the porridge that I cooked wasn't good, and you needed to stare at me to get it down?"
"You're being unreasonable!" Bo Jingyan accused somewhat helplessly.
Xia Qingtian had no intention of denying it but instead confronted him confidently, "Yeah, I am being unreasonable; what about it? Are you going to throw me out?"