53: Is Your Friend Male or Female?

Is Your Friend Male or Female?

He took her out to eat, watch movies, and they came back right after she had said that she needed to write her essay, but then she went out to eat with her friend and still hadn't come back yet.1

Huo Jinyao moved in front of Su Qingsang suddenly, stared at her and exclaimed, "Is your friend male or female?"

"Female," Su Qingsang replied. She was a bit shocked and wondered if he was jealous.

Huo Jinyao seemed to not have taken notice of her surprised expression and proceeded to step forward.

"I've been waiting for you until now, and haven't even eaten yet. How are you going to make up for my loss?"

"You…" Su Qingsang hadn't had the chance to digest her thoughts just now and was distracted by his words. "Then what do you want to eat? I can order delivery for you?" She didn't know how to cook and would not be able to cook for him.

"I don't want to eat takeout." Huo Jinyao had a look of repulsiveness on his face, and Su Qingsang didn't know what to do.

"How about, I'll help you make noodles (下面)*?" She only knew how to cook simple dishes like noodles. She had tried to make it a once or twice when she had gone overseas. The taste hadn't been great, but it was edible though.

"No." Huo Jinyao stepped forward some more and continued, "I want to eat something else."

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll accompany you."

"Really?"

"Really." It wasn't a problem for her to accompany him while he ate since she was the one who flaked on him today.

She only just realized that Huo Jinyao was extremely close to her when she had replied. She was surprised and wanted to retreat, but it was too late. He picked her up in his arms and brought her towards the bedroom.

"Huo Jinyao." What did he want?

"What I want to eat right now is…you."

Su Qingsang's eyes grew wide and before she could react, she had already been pulled into his embrace and was being kissed on the lips. She was a bit flabbergasted, and her body suddenly froze. Huo Jinyao, who had wanted to continue to test the waters, stopped.

He met her eyes, which were full of shock and rejection, and smirked. "Repay me with you. How's that?"

Not good? Su Qingsang wanted to shake her head, but she stopped when she thought of the fact that they were a married couple and stammered, "I.. I…"

"I'm teasing you." Huo Jinyao smiled and continued, "Although I really do want to…"

Su Qingsang's face grew red before he had finished his sentence, and she didn't know how to reply. She always seemed to not know what to do when she was interacting with Huo Jinyao.

"Since you won't let me eat you, then you can only repay me through other methods."

"What methods?" Su Qingsang had a bad feeling.

"Give me your bottom (下面)* to eat."

The two words with different meanings made Su Qingsang blush, but Huo Jinyao was being serious.

"You just said that you knew how to make noodles (下面)*."

She realized that Huo Jinyao was teasing her and she blushed again. She glared at him, and then rushed to the kitchen. But while she was cooking, she couldn't help but think of Huo Jinyao's teasing just now and felt awkward.

When Su Qingsang had realized that she had overcooked the noodles, she still brought it out and saw the playfulness in Huo Jinyao's eyes. She couldn't help but to glare at him. Eat if you want, or get lost.

Huo Jinyao sat down and looked at the bowl of noodles that neither was presented well nor smelled good, then picked it up and began to eat it happily with big bites.

"Mm, my wife is so great. The noodles are delicious."

Had this person's skill in lying increased? He dared to say it, but Su Qingsang didn't dare to admit it. There were so many thoughts going through her head when she was cooking, and she had overcooked the noodles by a lot. How could they still be tasty?

"I'm being honest." Huo Jinyao batted his eyes at her and finished the noodles in another two to three bites. He had a look of content on his face and exclaimed, "It's so good."

*In Chinese, making noodles (下面), and bottom (下面) are the same words.

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