When she opened her eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky. She stretched lazily, feeling utterly relaxed, as if she had been in a deep sleep. Her whole being was enveloped in sluggishness.
After getting out of bed and freshening up, she glanced at the time. It was already past twelve o'clock.
Her stomach was very hungry.
She had intended to invite Youran to join her for lunch, but by now she guessed Youran had probably eaten, Chi Huan idly considered whether to go downstairs to eat or to order takeout as she pressed the power button to turn on her phone.
Once it was on, there were no missed calls, just a simple text message.
[Lunch is left outside your door.]
The sender was, of course, Mo Shiqian.
A slight curve appeared on Chi Huan's lips, uncertain if it was a smile or a sneer.
She went to open the door and indeed saw a thermal container placed right in the center.
