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Before, he thought Lin Na's way of eating was rather pleasing to the eye.
Now, he didn't know if it was because he was feeling out of sorts, but he felt she ate so slowly and meticulously, much like a small bird pecking at its food, as if the dishes before her were hard to stomach.
His thoughts then drifted to Mai Xiaomai eating.
That woman seemed to find everything delicious, and her pace wasn't slow either, which always made him feel hungrier and unconsciously eat more than usual.
Lin Na, delicately picking up a piece of salmon with her chopsticks and finding Qiao Chutian watching her, smiled shyly. She then slowly put the salmon in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed gradually.
Watching her lips, still coated with lipstick but now reddened from the wasabi's sting, he couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't wearing lipstick while eating feel messy?"
"Huh?"
Lin Na hadn't expected such a sudden question and almost choked in surprise.