Ye Jinghan was now truly certain that he had done something wrong somewhere and made her unhappy.
With her personality, she absolutely would not get this angry over something as trivial as him jokingly giving her a nickname before.
Now... it felt like she was settling accounts after the fact. He had to be careful.
"Okay, okay, I'll pick them out for you myself. Is that sincere enough?"
Ye Jinghan readily found a silver toothpick from his spatial storage and began picking out the seeds.
She still had no objections to that?
Su Qiao was rather surprised.
Could it be that... billions of years ago, he had actually been mild-tempered and easygoing?
That shouldn't be.
Eight thousand years ago, when they had first met, he had been taciturn and aloof, cold by nature. He had been the sort of person who would stand by and watch someone die right in front of him, as though he was interested in nothing except the stones.
The current him was clearly a little more mature and composed than he had been eight thousand years ago, and also somewhat more inscrutable.
In the past, there had been an aura of keeping strangers at a distance around him. Now, besides that instinctive rejection of strangers, he also exuded a natural sense of intimidation. A mere casual glance from him could make people's scalps tingle with fear.
Su Qiao had just finished thinking this when reality immediately slapped her in the face.
The gray-clad burly man at the neighboring table, who had been wolfing down meat and guzzling wine, suddenly spoke up.
He first glanced at Su Qiao, who was waiting to eat the fruit flesh, then turned to Ye Jinghan in his black-and-gold robes. "Brother, is this your little sister or your woman?"
Ye Jinghan