Su Qiao felt a little guilty. "How did you know I'd eaten ice cream and milk tea?"
"Did you think my nose was just for show?"
"When you came back, you reeked of milk. Every time you went back to your room, you stayed there for ages. When you came out, you smelled strongly of meat and pungent chili."
That nose of his is seriously sharp.
Were werewolves' noses really that sensitive? But he only had one-third werewolf blood.
Could it be that combining werewolf and vampire blood had caused him to mutate?
Su Qiao was embarrassed.
"Ahem, I don't eat them that often. I only have them occasionally."
"Besides, I only hid to eat them because you don't like the smell of chili. You even keep complaining that the way I gnaw on chicken legs isn't elegant, graceful, or refined."
Who would cut a chicken leg into neat little cubes and eat it one tiny bite at a time?
He was probably the only person who could manage that.
"It's getting hotter and hotter outside. There's nothing strange about me having a cup of milk tea or eating some ice cream once in a while.
"I'm just trying to fit in with everyone else and not seem too unusual," Su Qiao said weakly.
Xiao Jin snorted. "Hmph, keep making excuses. When you ruin your health and end up bedridden again, we'll see what you do."
"If Uncle Wen finds out, just wait until you get disciplined!"
Thinking of Wen Yicheng's endless nagging, Su Qiao felt a headache coming on.
"Whatever you do, don't tell him. If he finds out, he'll chant at me like the Tang Monk, until my head hurts. At worst, I just won't eat them anymore."
"Hmph. We'll see how you behave." Xiao Jin was both