Pei Qinghan seemed like he didn't hear anything, casually drinking tea, Yun Ya coughed slightly: "What do you want to eat? I will have it prepared at home and sent over."
"I want spicy chicken, chopped pepper fish head..."
"No, those dishes are too spicy and greasy. You're injured now, you can't have those things."
"Alright, I'll listen to you, I'll eat whatever you let me eat." The two showed affection without regard for others, Pei Qinghan remained composed from start to finish, sitting still as a mountain, unaware of being a third wheel.
Yan Song gritted his teeth, what's this guy doing? Being a third wheel and addicted to it.
"Yaya, my back itches, scratch for me..."
"Where?"
Yun Ya reached inside his clothes as he spoke.
"Here... a little to the left, yes, there..."
