"Mhm." Gu Yu followed Tang Yuran's gaze to the lunchbox he'd tossed on the nightstand, his voice indifferent, "Breakfast isn't as important as you are."
"..."
Tang Yuran couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, "Cut the smooth talk, and eat your breakfast quickly."
"Will you feed me??" Gu Yu blinked, his deep eyes filled with expectation as he looked at her.
"Refused." Tang Yuran rejected his request without hesitation, "You have hands, why do you need me to feed you? Also, my shoulder wound hasn't healed yet, it's not convenient for me to feed you."
As she spoke, a flicker of light passed through Gu Yu's dark and deep eyes.
"Shoulder wound..." He repeated the words softly, his delicate brows furrowing slightly as he looked at Tang Yuran, "Is it serious?"
"Serious, indeed serious—it took over a dozen stitches!" Tang Yuran pouted and said to him.
