69 Can I Continue Eating? 1 (1/2)

”Thank you, Senior Han,” Shi Yao's soft voice soon replied.

It was only after hearing Shi Yao's response did Lin Jiage manage to calm himself down, and he slowly turned his head back.

Senior Han... It seemed like that was all there was to their relationship. It was probably just a normal dinner between fellow schoolmates...

Thinking so, Lin Jiage moved his chopsticks and continued to dig into his food.

But barely after he picked up a slice of fish with his chopsticks, the man whom Shi Yao addressed as Senior Han spoke once more, ”Shi Yao, eat this. I've already removed the bones in this one…”

Lin Jiage's hand trembled, causing the slice of fish to slide down from his chopstick and back into the plate. The sauce splattered and stained his white shirt.

Had it been on any other occasion, the fastidious him would have immediately reached for a tissue paper to clean his shirt, but he didn't do so this time around. Instead, he turned around and faced the lush, green leaves behind him once again.

Are the two of you that familiar with each other? Didn't you hear her calling you Senior Han? With such a polite form of address, don't you think you're being a little too intimate by deboning a fish for her?

Grumbling on the inside, Lin Jiage craned his neck toward the table behind him. But no matter how he squinted, all that was in his sight was those lush, green leaves.

When he entered the restaurant earlier, he had been glad that these green plants would conceal him. But at this moment, he had nothing but antagonism left for them. Just what kind of atrocious interior design was this? To fill the restaurant with so many green plants, were the owners not afraid that they might draw mosquitoes into their restaurant...

Just as Lin Jiage was just getting ready to stand up, Shi Yao, who had just swallowed a mouthful of food, replied, ”Thank you, Senior Han, but there's no need for you to trouble yourself. I can eat on my own.”

That's right, that's right! Soft Bun is already nineteen this year. It's not like she's a three-year-old child who needs your excessive concern!

The nonchalance in Shi Yao's tone soothed the irritation Lin Jiage felt, allowing him to cool down once more.

”Senior Han, you should eat too. The food won't taste as good cold…” Shi Yao urged again.

Lin Jiage didn't turn back this time around, but he began stabbing at the fish in his plate with his chopsticks.