Chapter 22

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Lingling sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an array of pad thai, green curry, spring rolls, and an entire platter of fried rice. 




The table looked like a Thai restaurant had exploded





As she picked up a piece of spring roll and popped it into her mouth, she grabbed the remote and prepared to kick off the movie marathon.





Orm plopped down beside her, her expression one of sheer disbelief. She took a sip of her lemon-flavored water, then shot Lingling a disgusted look.




 "What? You haven't eaten in days? Why did you order this much?"




Lingling shrugged, cheeks full as she chewed on fried rice. "I'm hungry! I just left work," she said, her words slightly muffled.




Orm shook her head, rolling her eyes as she looked over at the TV. "What are we watching?"




Lingling smirked, clearly not bothered by Orm's skepticism. "First, take a bite of this." She held a spoonful of fried rice up to Orm's mouth.




Orm shook her head vehemently. "I don't want to eat."




Lingling leaned closer, her hand trailing teasingly on Orm's exposed thigh. "Be a good girl and open your mouth."




 Ahh not with this voice again, Orm felt her cheeks heat up. 




With a reluctant sigh, she opened her mouth like the obedient fool she was. "Fine," she muttered as Ling fed her a bite.




Lingling smiled, nodding in approval. "Good."





As Ling went on to recount a funny story about her nephew—how he tried to impress a girl at school with a 'magic trick' that ended with him spilling juice everywhere—Orm found herself laughing, genuinely impressed by Ling's softer side. 

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