Mu Yu looked at Chen Mo's irritated expression, thought for a moment, and said, "Do you want some ice cream? How about I treat you to ice cream hotpot?"
"Huh?" Chen Mo blinked in confusion and looked at Mu Yu. "Why do you suddenly want ice cream? Don't you dislike sweets?"
Mu Yu looked at Chen Mo gently. "Don't they say you should eat sweets when you're in a bad mood? And it's so hot out. Ice cream hotpot can cool you down too."
Chen Mo's eyes brightened slightly. Although he had already eaten most of a bucket of popcorn, a bottle of cola, and two bags of chips during the movie, the moment Mu Yu mentioned ice cream hotpot, he felt his mouth watering again. Besides, ice cream wasn't a proper meal. Even if he ate it, it wouldn't fill him up, and the weather was so hot...
Chen Mo blinked and said solemnly, "Looks like you really want some, so I'll accompany you for another serving of ice cream hotpot. But I can't eat much anymore. I'm only keeping you company."
Mu Yu glanced at Chen Mo, who kept emphasizing that he was not hungry, could not eat much, and was only doing it for him, then nodded noncommittally. The result was—
Inside the ice cream chain store, Mu Yu expressionlessly looked at the ice cream hotpot on the table that had been more than half eaten, then at Chen Mo across from him, who was happily working through one scoop after another. He silently sighed and said, "It's getting late. I'll take you back to your apartment. Didn't you say filming starts tomorrow?"
"It's fine. The apartment isn't far anyway, and I won't be able to sleep if I go back so early." As Chen Mo spoke,