Leng Chenxuan neither agreed nor disagreed, casually walking up to the dining table and pulling out a chair to sit down.
"Fried eggs with milk, because that's all there is in your fridge." She sat down beside him, stealthily gauging his expression. Phew, all good. Apart from the faint stubble on his handsome face, nothing seemed amiss; the man was recovering quickly.
Having finished the fried eggs on his plate, Chenxuan suddenly turned back, "Can my face fill your stomach?" Caught off guard by his mocking tone, Qianxue's face turned beet red.
"The fried eggs taste good; this is my first time having such a delicious breakfast." He continued, and immediately after speaking, he stood up and strode into the changing room.
