Luo Ye looked at the bowl of food Feitan had pushed over, his expression complicated. Before he knew what Feitan was thinking, he would have assumed this was brotherly affection.
He probably would have felt honored that Feitan cared so much about him and thought he had picked the right thigh to cling to back then.
But after learning what Feitan felt, he suddenly found himself unable to look directly at it.
Because it meant that the good brother he thought he had was coveting his body!
Thinking of that, he became a little unwilling to accept what Feitan was handing him.
Seeing that he did not move, Feitan looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong? Did you suddenly stop liking these dishes?"
That shouldn't have been the case. He had specifically picked them according to Yezi's tastes; there was nothing Yezi disliked in there.
Or had Yezi's tastes changed?
Luo Ye casually came up with an excuse. "It's nothing. I just feel bad that you haven't even eaten yet and you're still fighting over food for me. Sorry for the trouble."
No matter what Feitan's original intentions were, it was ultimately a kind gesture. He could hardly just say that he did not want to eat anything Feitan had brought him, could he?
If he really said that, what would he say if Feitan started digging for the reason?
He could not answer, so it was better to keep things like this for now.
Feitan said indifferently, "What trouble? I'm fast. Snatching this stuff is easy. Just tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you."
Luo Ye's teeth ached. Wasn't Feitan supposed to be the cool type? How could he spout sweet nothings so smoothly? If Luo Ye had not lived two lives and already developed