Sheng Tang thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
The car headed to the restaurant.
The Hong Kong-style morning tea included various dim sum and rice porridge.
Sheng Tang ordered a bowl of white rice porridge. With simple bandages on both hands, using chopsticks and a spoon was no problem. She slowly drank the porridge, but her mind was elsewhere.
Gu Shiting held his chopsticks, not moving at all.
After a long while, he finally said, "I'll go see a psychologist."
Sheng Tang looked at him, puzzled.
Gu Shiting's brows were furrowed: "I know I have violent tendencies. I shouldn't have used my hands today. I'll go see a doctor in the afternoon, please don't be angry."
Sheng Tang: "..."
She couldn't help but reach out and brush his cheek with the back of her hand.
How could he be this cute?
What on earth had he been imagining in his mind all morning?
