Fu Han put down her takeout and when she turned around, she saw He Xing had followed her in. She stepped back warily, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm hungry," He Xing's gaze drifted across the takeout boxes as if trying to decipher what was inside, "I've run around for you all day, so it's not too much to ask for a meal, right?"
Reason told Fu Han that she should refuse He Xing's request, but when she opened her mouth, what came out was the exact opposite, "Not too much at all, I ordered plenty."
A small smile played on He Xing's lips as he actively opened each takeout box.
The storm was becoming more intense, and even inside the house, the sounds of lightning and thunder were staggering. Because of the high floor, the lightning and thunder seemed to bombard right next to them.
