The Spirit I Became in Date A Live Refuses to Go on Dates

Origami Trap

"Anyway, Shido told you to stay here. He'll be back soon."

Lingmeng scratched her head in irritation.

"Is that so?"

Origami murmured softly, then quietly sat back down.

She didn't believe Lingmeng, but if it was true, going after Shido would probably upset him.

"I can wait here. But if Shido isn't back within half an hour, I'm going to look for him.

And if anything's happened to him, don't blame me—"

Origami shot Lingmeng a piercing look.

Lingmeng merely waved a hand.

"I know, I know. If that happens, you can do whatever you want with me. Front or back, take your pick."

"Remember what you said."

Origami replied coldly, then looked at the plate of pasta across the table.

It was the pasta Shido had been eating before he left. With him gone, it had no owner.

"Qian Lingmeng, a question."

"What is it?"

Lingmeng looked puzzled by Origami's sudden question.

"Is Shido still going to eat this?"

Origami pointed at the pasta, which had mostly gone cold.

"Why do you ask?"

"You don't need to know."

"Uh..."

Lingmeng closed her eyes and pressed a finger to her temple.

She didn't understand why Origami was asking, and Shido hadn't said whether he planned to finish it.

But remembering his slightly swollen stomach when they'd parted earlier, she figured he probably couldn't eat another bite.

"I don't think he wants it."

"Mm."

Origami nodded as though she understood, then pulled the pasta over to herself.

She didn't care that it had gone cold. She simply ate it without expression.

Before long, the pasta was gone, but Origami still didn't seem satisfied.

She put the fork Shido had used in her mouth and licked it like a wine taster savoring a vintage.

She acted so shamelessly that it