Chapter 7

Just as I was wondering what to say, I heard Ethan ask me: "Why are you still wearing your coat indoors? Aren't you hot?"

"I..."

How could I take it off without him seeing that I was wearing his uncle's shirt while we ate?

I tried hard to come up with an excuse: "I'm... not hot. I like wearing thick clothes." As if!

Ethan glanced at the air conditioner suspiciously: "But it's 77 degrees in here. Are you really not hot?"

I replied: "It's fine."

Mom, I can now lie with a straight face.

At this point, I thought I heard Adrian snicker. My cheeks instantly felt like they were on fire. I pretended to go wash my hands to escape further questioning.

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom for a while, feeling like the inside and outside of the bathroom were two different worlds.

The thought of the two men outside made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles. If we stayed together like this, something was bound to go wrong. If only I could talk to the community workers and ask them to quarantine me somewhere else.

Just as this thought crossed my mind, I heard someone knocking on the door outside. I turned my head and asked, "Who is it?"

"Come out," came Adrian's calm voice.

Had he come to hurry me to eat so quickly?

I said nervously, "What for?"

"To wash my hands."

"..."

I had no choice but to turn the doorknob. I was immediately met with a handsome face. My heart started racing as I looked into his fox-like eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not. I just wanted to quickly get away, so I stumbled out, bumping into the doorframe.

There were only two breakfast plates on the table. Ethan asked me, "Can you cook?"

Feeling guilty, I nodded obediently: "Yes, what would you like?"

I can look it up online and try to make it.

At this point, Adrian had finished washing his hands and came out. He directly pushed his plate in front of me and said: "You eat mine."

Ethan looked at us oddly. Adrian had already pulled the other plate of breakfast towards himself and said calmly: "If you want to eat, go make it yourself in the kitchen."

Ethan immediately pouted in disappointment: "Uncle, I don't know how to make breakfast. How about..."

Adrian: "There are two more cups of instant noodles here. You can take those."

Ethan glanced at the two cups of instant noodles forgotten in the corner with a look of reluctant acceptance. He grudgingly picked up both cups, muttering: "It's so embarrassing to eat this for breakfast."