'What good would it do him to mess with me like this?'
'Was me finding a boyfriend going to make him infertile and ruin his family line or something?'
Han Xu studied her for a moment, then took her by the arm and continued walking. "I'll take you to get something to eat, then I'll take you home."
"I'm not going." Shen Huoshui made a point of defying him.
"Crispy duck. You don't like it anymore?"
Shen Huoshui raised an eyebrow. "How did you know?"
"Don't you have that Li Jiachen guy bring you food every day?"
"...But there's nowhere around here that sells crispy duck."
"There is," Han Xu said, seeming a little annoyed himself. He stopped and turned to look at her, his eyes dark. "If I say there is, there is."
They suddenly locked eyes. In the clear depths of his, Shen Huoshui saw the distinct reflection of a beautiful girl—herself—and the faint outline of a boy's hidden troubles.
