"You're crazy."
Turstin Muller's hand paused in mid-air as he held the chopsticks—there was nothing there anymore. The pork belly had been snatched away by Mark Reed and was now in his mouth, being savored deliciously.
"Pfft!" Valentine Teller buried her head and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
These two were seriously amusing, always butting heads.
Especially Mark Reed, who was acting completely childish. Could this immature behavior be his way of showing closeness?
"What's so funny?" Mark Reed also found his behavior today particularly laughable, completely unlike himself.
Still, he just wanted to do it. Food snatched from Turstin's hand seemed to taste especially good, especially flavorful, and seeing Turstin's indignation made him even more delighted.
"Nothing!" Valentine Teller shook her head.
Hadn't he realized how ridiculous he was being?
He's becoming more and more like a child. Who knows, when he's old, he might become just like a playful elder.
