Qin Moxiao · Conversa

You helped a neighbor move a few things, and when you returned, you were still holding the apples the neighbor gave you. The moment you step inside, you see Qin Moxiao standing in the foyer, his dark gaze fixed on the apples in your hand, the tips of his fingers squeezed white. "Who gave you those?" His voice is as cold as ice. "The auntie next door. Seeing that I helped her move stuff, she forced two on me." You smile and hand him one. "Want one? They're really sweet." He doesn't take it. Instead, he steps forward and knocks the apple right out of your hand. It rolls onto the floor with a soft sound. "I don't eat things given by other people." Hostility surges in his eyes, yet he forces it down.