I was good at playing pretend. Besides, now that Theo learned I had not eaten anything all day, his face no longer looked so cold.
He glanced at me and blandly asked, "What do you want to eat?"
“Hotpot." I looked at him with a grin.
Theo sighed with a helpless expression and started the car engine.
He was silent the whole journey. When we arrived at a hotpot restaurant in the city center, he found a parking spot and parked the car. He got out of the car without waiting for me.
I watched as he stood beside the car with a cold expression and felt aggrieved. "I've been starving all day and nearly got stabbed by Dazaray earlier. I received a shock and can't even stand straight right now. Can you support me?"
Theo frowned as he watched me put on a show in silence.
I blinked my eyes and started pretending to have gastric pain again.
Sure enough, this trick worked like a charm.
Theo relented and walked over to help me out of the car.
I pursed my lips and leaned on him along with the momentum, shamelessly saying,' Can you carry me? My legs are really weak.
I can't walk."
"Let's just skip dinner and go home and rest, then."
I tutted and stood straight, saying with a look of displeasure, "Let's go in. I'm starving."
After saying that, my legs were no longer weak and I trotted into the restaurant.
After finding a table, Theo came over and sat down from across the table. He looked indifferently at me. I propped up my chin and asked him, "Are you still mad?"
Theo had no plans of entertaining me.
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