Mo Beichen glanced at her. They arrived too late in Gongzhou, checked in, and it was almost ten now. Buhui's stomach was protesting with hunger, yet faced with the man's overpowering presence, she didn't dare make a move.
Mo Beichen withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked to the cabinet, where two cups of instant noodles were placed. After having eaten them once, his aversion to the stuff was less intense.
He raised the instant noodles in his hand, "Is it okay to just make do with this for now?"
Buhui quickly nodded, "Sure, sure, but these are likely chargeable."
Mo Beichen's lips twitched. He picked up the electric kettle and headed to the bathroom. Since when did he become so stingy that he'd care about the cost of two cups of instant noodles?
