Cen Shuang asked, "I'm hungry. Do you want to eat something?"
Zhuang Hong did not want anyone to know that he had woken up, so wouldn't he have to rely on her to bring his meals back to his room every day? Cen Shuang felt that she would be in even more trouble in the future.
Zhuang Hong said, "Bring the food here. You don't have to eat downstairs either."
Cen Shuang mumbled softly, "Accompany you during meals, talk with you and sleep with you. I'm not an escort." Although she was unwilling, she still obediently got up from the bed and slowly walked out of the room.
Zhuang Hong looked at the figure that disappeared out of his line of sight and stayed put. He rubbed the space between his brows and sighed, "The generation gap is so wide!"
Lan Yibai saw Cen Shuang carrying a tray of food and could not help but smile. "If you're sick, you should eat more. That way, you'll recover faster."
