Chapter 84: Red Thread of Fate (4)

  "Uh, I wasn't yelling at you, really, I didn't mean to speak loudly." As he looked up at me with hurt eyes, I started to get flustered, my voice suddenly dropping very low, like a child who had done something wrong, fidgeting with my fingers not knowing where to put them.

  His hands once again intertwined with mine, fingers curled together, when suddenly a pair of large hands inserted themselves, separating my left and right hands. I could feel the warmth emanating from his palms, and as I looked up at him, the helplessness in my heart disappeared.

  "Thank you." As we walked into the room, hand in hand, I gently pulled back my right hand. When he turned his head around in surprise, I smiled at him with a polite "showing of teeth", "What do you want to eat? I'll help you get it."

  Bae Jung-min looked around and faced the direction of Chinese food, saying, "Chinese food, I've been craving the taste of Chinese-style breakfast for a few days."

  I nodded and chose a seat by the window, ordered a few dim sum according to the menu, handed my student card to the waiter, "Please use this card for consumption."

  "No need, I'll get it." Bae Jung-min took out his student ID card to hand it over to the server, but I held out my hand to stop him and smiled, "Consider this a thank you for fixing my phone, paid in advance."

  "Alright."

  The waiter signed on the order form and started inputting the menu number with a handheld controller. After finishing, he checked again. I nodded to confirm. Unintentionally, my gaze swept out of the window and fell on Han Sheng.

  At this moment, Han Seung also stared at me with wide eyes. Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, I turned my face away. After a few minutes, the chair beside me was pulled out and I looked up to see Han Seung's expression without a smile, his polite words laced with obvious distance. He stared at me but asked Bae Jung-pyo instead.

  "May I sit here?"

  Bae Jung-min looked at me and replied politely, "Of course."

  The sound of the chair scraping against the floor, I shifted slightly to the side and successfully dodged his outstretched hand, propping my chin up with one hand and deliberately gazing at the scenery outside. The three of us, him, him, and me, the atmosphere was oppressively dull, even yawning three times in a row, the dishes I ordered finally arrived.

  Pick up chopsticks and want to pounce on crystal shrimp dumplings, purse lips, glance at Han Sheng and lose appetite, poke the skin of the shrimp dumplings and decide to give up eating.

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