C141 Bored

Moo Yuhan put down her phone with a sigh, took a big sip of juice, and noticed Yan Yu watching her. Instinctively, she touched her face. "Is there something on my face?"

"What are you plotting?" he asked, as if he could see right through her thoughts.

"..."

Plotting?! She didn't like that word; it made her feel like she was up to no good.

"Not talking?" Yan Yu sat on the sofa