In the ward, Zhe Yan had already prepared their breakfast, and when he saw her walking into the room, he greeted her respectfully, "Young Mistress, breakfast is ready. Please enjoy."
Since she had been drained the night before, Jing Qian was starving. As she looked at the wide variety of food that has been placed on the table, her stomach growled uncontrollably. It wasn't only audible to Zhan Lichuan, who was near her. Even Zhe Yan, who was far away from them, heard her stomach clearly.
Zhe Yan felt awkward, as he didn't know if he should acknowledge the sound.
However, Jing Qian remained calm, as if nothing had happened. There were no signs of embarrassment on her face; for as long as she didn't feel awkward, the awkwardness was non-existence.
As she sat down on Zhan Lichuan's bed, she wiped her hands with a disinfectant towel and said to him, "Look at how your stomach is growling. Shall I feed you first?"
Zhan Lichuan was confused.
