Lu Yinxing snapped back to reality and quickly ran back to the bed.
Soon, she heard footsteps approaching slowly.
Xia Ye came up.
Holding a bowl of fragrant chicken porridge.
Lu Yinxing's stomach growled.
It seemed she hadn't eaten for a long time, and she was indeed quite hungry.
Xia Ye brought a small dining table, surprisingly allowing Lu Yinxing to sit on the bed to drink porridge.
Lu Yinxing was actually quite surprised.
Because Xia Ye has a cleanliness obsession.
On usual days, sitting on his bed would be met with extreme disdain, let alone eating on his bed.
Xia Ye arranged everything properly.
Then he handed the chopsticks to Lu Yinxing: "Eat something."
Lu Yinxing looked at the steaming hot chicken porridge, and felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart.
Time seemed to flow backward.
The iceberg between them seemed to melt instantly.
Lu Yinxing took the chopsticks and said, "Thank you."
Then she lowered her head and started eating.
