When Shi Yuhuan returned, Song Qinghuan was sitting by the dining table with a large bowl, eating fried rice. She was indifferent when she noticed Shi Yuhuan's return and just focused on eating heartily.
It was the first time Shi Yuhuan had ever seen Song Qinghuan eat so voraciously, as if she were a famished ghost reborn. She stuffed her mouth with big bites and finished the large bowl of fried rice in minutes.
"Song Qinghuan, you didn't even leave me any," he gently protested.
Having finished her meal, Song Qinghuan had no intention of acknowledging Shi Yuhuan's words. She stared at her empty bowl and tilted her head, wondering if she could fit another bowl into her stomach.
"Huanhuan, I'm hungry too, go make some for me." His tone softened abruptly.
Song Qinghuan still didn't pay him any mind. She didn't look at him once and slowly rose, seemingly intending to leave.
But as she looked up, her lips were sealed with a kiss.
