"How can I allow that?" Lin Chuan hurriedly shook his head, then took another lunchbox, filled it halfway with rice, and handed it over to Tang Yumeng. He had already eaten, but under the circumstances of hunger, who would care about that? He had seen enough of both male and female soldiers from foreign countries sharing the same shower room on the battlefield.
"You..." Tang Yumeng looked at Lin Chuan in astonishment. This jerk was actually giving her the rice he had eaten? Hesitating for a moment, she still took it. She chewed slowly and thoroughly. Tang Yumeng felt shy inside; how could she know that Lin Chuan didn't think of it that way at all. Tang Yumeng, frowning, said, "Lin Chuan, the utensils you used are my personal ones."
