Everything about Mo Qingchen was so distinct that she found herself memorizing the rhythm and sound of his steps. He walked over to his bed and settled under the covers without a word.
Qian Meng handed him the plate of food and poured him a glass of water to go with it.
"This is totally unnecessary," he looked down at the food on his plate with trepidation.
"Says the man who collapsed on the floor from exhaustion." Yun Qian Meng grabbed a glass of water for herself and sat in the chair beside him.
"I did not collapse," he huffed.
"Of course, you didn't. You were just acting like Sleeping Beauty on the floor." She closed her eyes in frustration. "You like sleeping on the floor?"
"I don't sleep often," he noted dryly.
"You can't sleep or you choose not to sleep?" Qian Meng found herself asking. "The doctor could prescribe something to help, you know?" She side-eyed him and saw his face harden.
