Shen Ning threw the handkerchief on the ground angrily and continued eating.
"Take a sip of soup, don't choke." The man handed another bowl of soup into her hand.
Her first reaction was to take the bowl and place the entire bowl of soup on his head.
But this thought flashed past, and she knew that she couldn't buckle it, and he might even throw the bowl of soup on her.
So with a slight movement of her fingers, she picked up the bowl and drank heavily.
"Good girl." The man stroked her hair approvingly, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Take your hand away and don't touch me." She turned away.
The man took back his hand as instructed, but still looked at her intently.
She continued to eat and drink until she couldn't eat anymore, then she put down her chopsticks.
He took another silk handkerchief to wipe her mouth. She snatched it, wiped it on her lips, and dropped the silk handkerchief.
"You can get out now." She looked at him coldly.
The man shook his head slowly: "You're full, it's my turn to eat."
He picked up the chopsticks she used, picked up a piece of Babao duck, slightly lifted the mask with one hand, put the meat into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
"It tastes good. If you like it, I like it too." He said slowly.
She tried hard to control the anger in her chest and said coldly: "Can you go out to eat?"
"cannot."
The man shook his head and continued to eat slowly.
He ate much more gracefully than she did, and every move he made seemed to be well-educated. He chewed every bite carefully before swallowing it. His fingers holding the chopsticks were very long and beautifully shaped, and she couldn't help but be stunned. .
Then, a feeling of anger and shame enveloped her whole body.
It was these hands that caressed her body over and over again last night. His fingertips were thinly calloused, and the touch on her skin caused her to tremble strangely.
Whenever she thinks about it, she feels disgusted, ashamed, angry, and ashamed!
But she actually thinks his fingers are pretty? Pooh!
She twisted away hard and never looked at him again.
When the man was full, he put down his chopsticks, took the silk handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, put on his mask again, and raised his head to look at her.
She was lying face inside, and although she didn't look back, it could still be seen that she was not asleep.
The man gave a light high-five, and the door was quietly pushed open. Someone came in quietly, took out all the used dishes, chopsticks, and food boxes, and then brought a basin of hot water.
She obviously heard it, but she still didn't look back and closed her eyes tightly.
No matter what tricks he wanted to play, she ignored him.
"Wipe your face." The man handed her a warm wet towel.
She didn't move.
"Okay, let me wipe it for you." The man approached her.
She couldn't bear it and stood up, grabbed the towel, wiped her face twice randomly, and then threw the towel on him.
"It's been wiped, is it okay? Can you go out?"
The man was not angry. He soaked the towel in the basin and wrung it out. He took one of her hands and wiped it carefully.
After wiping one hand, he switched to the other.
She didn't move, just looked at him coldly.
"What else do you want to do?"
The man didn't answer. He threw the used towel back into the basin and clapped his hands.
The door opened, the waiter came in, took the tub down, and carefully closed the door.