On the way back, Xie Ying'an didn't sit with Qingran anymore; as soon as he got on the bus, he sat next to Li Qingmo at the back.
He had a stern expression, his eyes closed, feigning sleep, emanating an aura screaming "I'm very angry."
Four big characters.
Even the thick-skinned Li Qingmo sensed something was amiss. He put down the half-eaten lunch box, bumped Xie Ying'an's shoulder, and asked, "What's up? Did Li Qingran annoy you?"
Xie Ying'an continued to feign sleep with closed eyes, ignoring Li Qingmo's words.
Cheerful as always, Li Qingmo didn't mind that much; he picked up his lunch box again, eating heartily, and still hopeful, asked Xie Ying'an, "Aren't you going to eat something?"
Xie Ying'an remained silent.
Eat my foot. After seeing that scene in the café, he was practically full of anger.
Sitting alone, Qingran also felt somewhat nervous; she occasionally looked back at Xie Ying'an, who kept his eyes closed, refusing to glance at her.
Tsk! Quite a temper.
