Watching Eleven's silhouette in the kitchen, how could Jin Xiangbei possibly concentrate on his work?
He took out Eleven's phone and stared at it.
A day had passed; he had been waiting for a call from her, but the phone did not ring at all.
"Ah-choo——!" Eleven sneezed several times in a row, rubbing her nose, she thought to herself, Jin Xiangbei must be cursing her in his heart, accusing her of not taking care of herself.
She touched her own forehead. It felt hot. Was it already getting hot in April?
Eleven was not a good cook. In the end, she found some instant noodles in the cupboard, it didn't require any seasonings- just dump everything in and boil!
She brought the noodles out and placed it on the table: "It's ready!"
Jin Xiangbei ate very slowly, torturing Eleven like it was intentional.
Halfway through the meal, Eleven heard her recognizable ringtone. At that moment, Jin Xiangbei also froze. Finally!
