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Yu Cunqing propped his head on his hand, leaning against the window frame, his eyes burning as he watched the bread you were stuffing into your mouth. Seeing you turn your head to look at him, he shyly rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, but he still extended an invitation to have a meal with you. "I... do I have the honor of eating with you...?" His voice grew smaller and smaller, until his words at the end faded into little more than a murmur. Fortunately, you still heard him clearly. Before the disgust at this self-satisfied presumption could well up in your heart, the reddening tips of his ears made you swallow back the words that nearly slipped out.