He wasn't angry; in fact, he was happy. At least she was finally coming out of her sadness.
"Fine, fine, fine! So what if I like looking at beautiful women? But don't worry, I would never look at you! You're what they call a 'three-no' product—no chest and no butt!"
"You!" Vivian Lee pointed at Keith Flores's nose, speechless for a long moment because he was, in fact, telling the truth.
At eight in the evening, Keith Flores officially started dinner. He sat alone at the dining table, eating hot pot from a large pot.
The rich aroma of the hot pot wafted over, making the stomach of the person pretending to sleep on the cooling mat rumble involuntarily.
But even so, she kept her eyes closed.
'She was the one who refused to eat hot pot. Now, even if she starved to death, she couldn't give in.'
RUMBLE—
RUMBLE—
Her stomach was in open rebellion, crying out desperately.
