Gu Nanqiao climbed out of bed and touched her empty stomach. Having not eaten for a day and a night, she felt quite uncomfortable from hunger.
"Click—"
The door to the master bedroom suddenly opened, and Huo Jingting walked in.
"Awake?" he casually asked as he walked to the bed and sat down, pulling her onto his lap, "Are you hungry?"
No sooner had he spoken than someone's stomach inappropriately growled.
Gu Nanqiao's face turned red as she struggled out of his embrace, "It's all your fault."
After saying that, she frowned uncomfortably. How did that sound a bit like coquetry?
"Okay, my fault." Huo Jingting grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, "What would you like to eat? I'll go cook it for you."
The distance between them was very close, his ambiguously tender breath brushing her ear, lingering unshakably.
