Qiao Chengxun sat unperturbed, slowly lifting his eyes to gaze at the young girl's downturned round face.
"Wen Meimei, do you want to poison me to death?"
The tone was not questioning but affirmative, cool and clear.
Wen Meimei rolled her eyes, walked around the table to his side, pushed his body to one side, then sat on the armrest of the chair.
Qiao Chengxun frowned. If it were any other woman who dared to push him like that, she would have been dead by now.
This woman was becoming more and more presumptuous, but... at this moment, he felt not the slightest repulsion or discomfort.
Wen Meimei picked up a chopstick full of noodles and stuffed them into her mouth, deliberately making chewing noises, even swallowing with great effort.
Once she had swallowed a mouthful of noodles, she then offered the chopsticks to him, "Look, I've eaten it. If it's poisoned, we'll die together. Plus, I was careful not to touch the chopsticks with my mouth when eating."