"I'm getting a bit hungry now, Jian Ran, you don't mind, do you?"
Having said that, Gu Mochen's gaze pointedly shifted to the lunchbox in front of Jian Ran.
Jian Ran: "..."
Minded.
Minded a lot.
Jian Ran inwardly groaned, seeing the man reach out with his large hand, she quickly pressed her small hand onto her own lunchbox, determined to defend it to the death.
"Mr. Gu, I only brought one portion, and this simple meal can't compare to the exquisite food you usually eat. I'm worried it won't be to your taste."
Gu Mochen's lips curled up slightly, and then his hand came to rest on Jian Ran's little fingers.
"It's fine, I don't mind."
Jian Ran: "..."
The back of her hand felt the man's scorching palm, hot enough to startle her, and Jian Ran quickly withdrew her small hand.
The man's gaze was deep and knowing, like the sea, causing her to feel uneasy all over.