As Gu Muxue ate her fried chicken, she recalled their high school days. Whenever Xue Rui's mother occasionally brought him lunch, he would take her to an empty, unused classroom, glancing around furtively after they entered.
"Xiaorui, we're just eating. Why do you always have to act like a thief?" Gu Muxue voiced the question that had been on her mind for a long time.
'It was one thing back in high school, but why is he still like this in college?'
The corner of Xue Rui's mouth twitched. He wouldn't have thought anything of it if Gu Muxue hadn't said anything, but now that she had, he suddenly felt incredibly furtive.
"If you hog all the good food for yourself, you'll get ostracized, Muxue. You shouldn't do it either. Bring some back for your roommate," Xue Rui offered as a simple explanation.
