"Eating so little?"
As Mo Shangjun asked, her eyes appropriately showed a hint of surprise.
"..."
Ya Tianxing was baffled, lowering his head to glance at his breakfast, which was no different from usual.
Lifting his eyelids leisurely, Ya Tianxing noticed Mo Shangjun's subtle expression—her eyes slightly upturned, the corners of her lips hooked, a playful smile swirling in her eyes, looking very calculating.
She must have been up to something.
"Hmm."
Ya Tianxing responded nonchalantly, avoiding the trap she set.
Mo Shangjun looked at him sympathetically, deeply concerned as she asked, "Not feeling well?"
"… What's the matter?"
Tired of beating around the bush, Ya Tianxing asked directly.
"I can't finish it."
Mo Shangjun, who had overestimated her appetite, simply stated.
"..." Ya Tianxing gave her a look, exasperated but without a better option, he said irritably, "Hand it over."
