After finishing her packing, Chu Yao went downstairs. The moment she reached the landing, she was greeted by the delicious aroma of food.
Four dishes were already on the table, and Lu Xize was dishing out the rice.
Chu Yao tiptoed over and, with a sudden movement, wrapped her arms around Lu Xize's waist. She tilted her head and grinned. "Hehe, Brother Lu, I'm leaving tomorrow. Try not to miss me too much." Holding two bowls of rice, Lu Xize turned his head to look at her. He arched an eyebrow and, after a moment of feigned thought, replied, "Hm? But I will miss you too much. What then?"
"Just hold it in."
Lu Xize's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura instantly closed in. Chu Yao quickly ducked her head. "I meant *I'll* hold it in! Me! If I miss you too much, I'll be the one holding it in."
