Gu Nanqiao didn't even glance at it, letting the piece of fish lie quietly in her bowl.
Huo Jingting didn't care about her cold attitude and continued tirelessly to serve her dishes, until her bowl was almost full, yet she didn't pick up a single chopstick.
Her attitude hit him hard; the feeling of being treated like air was truly fucking uncomfortable.
Forget it, just endure it.
After all, it was him who had done wrong first.
Not only had he done something terrible, but it was specifically terrible to her.
After dinner, Gu Nanqiao lay down again, and Huo Jingting, after serving her dinner and cleaning up, finally left the bedroom.
He lay on the living room sofa, tossing and turning without a trace of sleepiness, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the bedroom door, feeling incredibly restless.
She was right there beside him, right before his eyes, such a close distance, yet he couldn't even hold her.
This feeling was unbearably suffocating.