"Mhm, I know," Shen Mochen said, grinning.
"Good that you know…" Xia Qingrou reluctantly withdrew the spatula she was waving around.
Shen Mochen nodded. "Then I'll head back first."
Xia Qingrou fluttered her eyelashes and pushed up her glasses, just watching him leave.
"Hey!" Xia Qingrou called out.
"What is it?" Shen Mochen turned his head back.
"Give me back my bracelet!" Xia Qingrou reached out her hand, her voice harsh.
Shen Mochen touched the bracelet on his wrist but did not respond.
Xia Qingrou's hand awkwardly hung in mid-air, and the two of them ended up in a standoff.
"Forget it then, just throw it away yourself!" Xia Qingrou pursed her lips, huffed, and turned around to resume cooking.
Shen Mochen silently walked away.
Back in his bedroom, he thought for a moment, silently took off the bracelet, and put it away in the cabinet along with the previously stored cross.
