Somehow, lately, the very sight of Qiu Wuji was enough to make Chu Ge want to laugh.
She never acted cute on purpose. She was always pulling a sour face, wearing that cold, aloof sect-master look—the kind of woman people usually took for an older-sister type.
And yet he found her hopelessly cute.
Grease all over her mouth from a chicken leg—cute. Hugging her cola and slurping away—cute.
And that stubborn little way she refused to touch her burger was cute too.
"So why won't you touch the burger?" Chu Ge couldn't help asking. "You think eating this stuff will kill you too?"
Qiu Wuji looked at the burger in his hand, deeply hesitant. "The vegetables are raw. And here we are, modern people..."
Chu Ge glanced down at the lettuce, expressionless.
Man, that's a distant memory. I was like that too, back in the day.
Sure enough, Qiu Wuji's next line was: "And that white sauce stuff—it just looks weird..."
Chu Ge: "Emmmm... just try it. I used to think this stuff was inedible too, and look at me now, eating it happily."
"I'm not eating it. Not. Eating. It."