Liang Chen casually walked up to Jing Haohao's window, sat down, gazed into Jing Haohao's eyes, and asked sincerely, "Haohao, what do you want to have for breakfast?"
After such an awkward moment just now, how could he walk over to her so casually and ask her what she wanted to eat?
How did he do it!
Haohao couldn't help but feel a bit of frustration welling up deep within her. Her face turned increasingly red and she finally muttered, "Whatever."
She then pulled the blankets over her and slipped back in, turning her back to Liang Chen and closing her eyes.
Liang Chen continued to sit by her bed and made no move to leave.
The bedroom felt quiet.
The first ray of morning sun seeped softly into the room, creating a golden sheen on Liang Chen's white shirt.
Jing Haohao squinted with her ears perked up, listening to the sounds of the room.
After a while, Liang Chen turned his head and asked Jing Haohao, "Haohao, is the Yao's porridge in the east of the city okay for you?"
