Murong Qiao occasionally felt dazed.
He was clearly only a fourth-year student, but when she saw Huo Yichen sitting in the office and dealing with the matters in an orderly manner, she felt that it was not strange at all.
Not long ago, they were sitting in the library and laughing as they studied together. In the blink of an eye, he had become an existence that could hold up the sky.
"Are you full just by watching me eat?" Huo Yichen's smiling voice pulled her wandering thoughts back.
"Huh?" Murong Qiao replied subconsciously.
Then, she realized that he hadn't eaten and finally came back to her senses.
Murong Qiao took a bite of the steamed bun. "Don't you know that beauty is delicious?"
Murong Qiao's muffled voice barely came out of the delicious food to reply to Huo Yichen. She sighed in her heart that this steamed bun tasted quite good.
