Gu jinghang lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. Song ran pushed his chest with both hands and whimpered, " Gu jinghang, why don't you make dinner? "
When dinner was ready, song ran had no appetite. She looked at the three dishes and the soup and could only sigh. She even hiccuped as she sighed.
Gu jinghang's heart ached. Song ran was already on the thin side. If she could not eat, it would not work. When he returned from the southeast Research Institute, his face would probably be so thin that it would be pointy.
Since song ran could not eat, Gu jinghang could not force her to eat. He placed all the food in the rice pot and heated it up. He hoped that she would be hungry at night and then he would make some for her.
However, song ran did not complain of hunger until late at night. Gu jinghang made her a cup of oatmeal porridge and said, " eat a little. We can't go on starving.
