"Yes," said Bai Zanhe, who was somewhat shy, even though the two of us had become more familiar with each other.
But since we hadn't known each other for very long, she maintained a cautious distance from me.
I turned around, deliberately facing her, "Sister Zanhe, are you hungry?"
"Are you hungry? If you are, don't worry about me, go eat something, I... I really can't eat anything." Bai Zanhe said.
At that moment, how could Bai Zanhe have an appetite?
I had asked on purpose; she might not be hungry, but that didn't mean the Yellow Skin planted in her wasn't.
So, I shook my head, "I ate too much at lunch and can't eat anything else. If you're hungry, get up and eat some sticky bean bags."
Upon hearing the words sticky bean bags,
a flash of red light suddenly streaked through Bai Zanhe's clear eyes.
Feeling the gaze of the Yellow Skin, as hungry as a starving ghost reincarnated, I hooked the corner of my mouth, contentedly closing my eyes.
