Ye Wangchuan walked up to Qiao Nian and placed one of the plates in front of her. As if he had heard their conversation, he said naturally, "I'll send you there."
Qiao Nian looked at the plate in front of her. The sandwich had just been made. It looked pretty good.
She picked up her sandwich and took a bite. It tasted just like it looked, and it was very good indeed. She went to sleep at three in the morning, and most of the frustration of not having had a good night's sleep was gone. Her brows relaxed, and she wasn't as cold as before. Her shoulders relaxed. "Yes," she said lazily.
Seeing her yawn and the corners of her eyes turned slightly red, Ye Wangchuan knew that she had stayed up late last night.
Seeing that she was eating seriously with her head lowered, he put the glass of milk closer to her, then said gently, "Eat slowly and drink some milk to moisten your throat."
Qiao Nian was speechless.
