No? Can I read the mind of my mortal enemy?

Meanwhile, inside Sushi Cho restaurant.

The appetizer is served on a pretty little plate with hairy crab and glistening salmon roe, with broth set on the bottom.

Shi Qiao picked up her chopsticks and then put them down again.

Even though their stomachs were rumbling, they still had to wait for Pei Jingnian to come back before they started eating.

Seeing that Pei Jingnian didn't seem to be coming back anytime soon, she quickly took out her phone and opened her chat with Wu Hao.

The five handsome men each have their own charm and can certainly be considered good-looking, but they are still far from being as good-looking as Pei Jingnian.

Could this level of provocation even elicit a response from him?

Most people would probably just scoff and not even react, right?

[Grumpy Chollez: I still don't think he's handsome enough.]

[Wu Hao: Miss Chocolat, why don't you tell me exactly what type of handsome guy you like? The ones I've chosen are based on general aesthetics, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder.]

After thinking for a while, Shi Qiao couldn't help but recall Pei Jingnian, whom she had seen on the basketball court.

He exudes youthful charm under his white school uniform t-shirt.

His dark eyes, sparkling with starlight, always made her want to take another look.

[Grumpy Chocliz: Are there any guys who are a bit student-like, like an engineering student?]

[Grumpy Chocliz: A bit fairer and taller, but not a greyhound, more muscular.]

As Shi Qiao spoke, her ears involuntarily flushed red, and she typed "It would be best if she could wear black half-rimmed glasses" in the chat box but didn't send it.

This makes it seem like she only thinks Pei Jingnian is handsome.

She flipped through her photo album and found the one she had never been able to delete, even after changing phones many times.

This is Pei Jingnian's ID photo on the honor roll.

In the year she entered her second year of high school, she inexplicably went to the list and took a picture of it.

Her sharp eyebrows accentuated her prominent brow bone, pressing slightly down over her almond-shaped eyes. Her hair was not styled in a particular way and appeared somewhat messy.

The lips are pressed into a straight line, thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom, with an overly obvious lip line, a standard M shape.

He is in the transition period between adolescence and manhood, retaining the youthful spirit of a student yet possessing a maturity beyond his years.

"What are you doing?"

Shi Qiao was startled and hurriedly swiped her phone, not expecting to send the photo out directly.

She couldn't care less about anything else and could only turn off the screen, her fingers covering the black screen from all sides.

"You're finally back," she said, picking up her chopsticks and bringing a small plate to her lips with her left hand. "I'm starving."

Her bright red ears stung my eyes.

Did you get this look from looking at photos of those male models?

His chest heaved, his breathing was heavy, and he reluctantly picked up his chopsticks and mechanically fed himself the appetizers.

Tasteless and bland.

What does my wife like?

But with my wife being so lazy, I guess I'll just have to lie there and be her pillow princess.

But my wife is so petite...

Ah...his ears were so red.

[I wonder if her voice will be as lovely as in my dreams. I really want to hear it in person.]

Shi Qiao: ! Dream my ass!

She lost her grip on the small plate, and it slammed onto the table with a loud bang.

The chef in front of him paused, his knife slicing tuna, and asked in broken Chinese:

"Excuse me, miss, is there anything I've prepared that doesn't suit your taste?"

Shi Qiao waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, it's delicious."

She wished she could dig a hole and bury herself; it was just too embarrassing.

For as long as they ate, a torrent of scientific knowledge poured into Shi Qiao's ears.

Even though Shi Qiao tried her best to remain calm, Pei Jingnian's unfiltered words made her feel uncomfortable all over, and her face turned so red that it seemed like it could bleed.

After finishing her dessert, she held up her rough earthenware teacup with both hands, trying to hide her embarrassment, her fingertips glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

I've never heard such detailed information before. How come these innermost thoughts are getting more and more outrageous?!

However, a person's usual psychological activities usually do not change.

Could it be that the range of thoughts she can hear is also evolving?

What she heard today even had a hint of darkness about it, completely different from the Pei Jingnian she knew.

Strangely, while she couldn't say she liked it, she didn't dislike it either.

For example, what Pei Jingnian did to her this afternoon was indeed very excessive.

She couldn't bring herself to be angry with Pei Jingnian.

They even kept making excuses for him, categorizing everything as "excusable".

She wouldn't...

She shook her head.

No, no.

It's probably just because she's been single for so long and hasn't had much contact with men.

Yes, it must be.

She carefully placed the bowl and chopsticks back on the table and, following omakase etiquette, said "thank you for the meal" to the chef.

The waiter beside me saw that today's menu had been served and handed me the receipt for card payment confirmation.

Shi Qiao then realized that Pei Jingnian had already paid the bill before her.

The only sound in the air was the soft scratching of the pen tip against the paper.

Shi Qiao pursed her lips. "Pei Jingnian, didn't we agree that I would treat you to this meal?"

His pen never stopped, his handwriting flowing, "If you really pay the bill, your family will nag you endlessly."

"It's not like I can't afford to treat you to a meal!"

After signing his name, he stood up and gently patted Shi Qiao's head with the backdrop.

"I feel bad even if you treat me to something with your meager allowance."

"We'll talk about it later."

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain at the shop entrance, "I'm going home."

Shi Qiao could only say "Oh" and reluctantly followed.

*

They didn't talk much along the way, and Shi Qiao felt unwell all over.

She clearly wanted to use this dinner invitation to thank Pei Jingnian and, incidentally, to flirt with him a little more.

As a result, neither objective has been achieved.

Instead, she was distracted by those inner thoughts, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Perhaps Pei Jingnian is secretly laughing at her for making such a reckless bet, treating her like a child.

No!

She absolutely will not allow it!

The car slowly entered the parking space and came to a stop. As soon as it came to a complete stop, Shi Qiao reached out and gently grabbed Pei Jingnian's clothes.

She hung her head, her voice barely audible, "Pei Jingnian, I invited you to dinner today just to thank you."

The heat from the fluffy little head beside him was overwhelming, and the sudden coolness made Pei Jingnian catch his breath.

"Didn't you already thank me?"

Shi Qiao's lips parted and closed several times, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the hem of her clothes a little more.

She tilted her head to the side, slowly raised her eyes, and subconsciously licked her lips to try to ease her tension, but unexpectedly added a highlight, making her lips look as red as cherries.

"But just saying it doesn't seem very sincere."

"Pei Jingnian, is there anything you want?"