"What about yours?" she asked.
Yue Jiaojiao stood by Zhao Zhan's side and picked up a handkerchief to carefully wipe the sweat off his forehead. "You only know how to think about me. Why don't you know how to make something for yourself to eat?"
Zhao Zhan only realized that he had really forgotten about it after she reminded him.
He had put all his thoughts on his lover throughout the journey. Now that he saw that her face was no longer pale, he finally realized he was a little hungry too.
"Zhao Zhan, you can't treat yourself so lightly when you're being this nice to me." Yue Jiaojiao hugged Zhao Zhan and gently pressed her head against his chest. "I heard the noise downstairs. You must be very busy. Why would the manager be willing to lend you the kitchen?"
Yue Jiaojiao was afraid that he would suffer for her sake.
