Matthew looked up at her. As if he was try to prove that he didn’t dislike her, he took the bowl and the spoon that she used, then took a spoon of soup in his mouth. His tongue flicked across the spoon, then he looked at Dolores in ambiguity, “Can this prove that I didn’t dislike you?”
Dolores lowered her head, then put the egg in her mouth. The place where his tongue flicked was the place she licked when she had the soup.
She kept her head low, yet she ate too fast that she was suddenly choked by the yolk.
Matthew saw this, poured a cup of water for her, and patted her back, “Are you alright?”
Dolores shook her head, drank several mouthfuls of water, then she felt much better.
Matthew stroked her hair, “Easy, I won’t compete with you, why are you in such a hurry?”
Dolores almost blurted out that it was all his fault, yet before she could say this, the egg taste that she just suppressed rushed to her again, she felt nauseated in her stomach.
“Ew...”
Dolores covered her mouth, she was afraid that she would vomit if she couldn’t stop it.
Matthew was nervous at first, then he quickly carried her to the washroom, and let her lean on the washbasin.
Asking Matthew to put her down, Dolores stood by the basin. She really wanted to vomit, but she didn’t want Matthew to see the dirty things, so she pushed him, “You can leave now.”
Matthew frowned, “You...”
Before he could say anything, Dolores already shut the door, Matthew didn’t dare to touch her, so he had to get out.
“Click.”
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