Chapter 118 I Do Not Have A Boyfriend

• Lionel was getting harder and harder to read. Yasmin had no idea how to act around him anymore, given how his mood fluctuated so easily.
• First, he called her filthy. But there he was, gobbling down her leftovers.
• Is this guy mad? Or maybe he just has a weird fetish for eating other people’s unwanted food? Yasmin shivered at the idea. Her mind then drifted to the shared straw. Wait... isn’t that... an indirect kiss?