Mo Beiyan didn't interrupt, he just drank his soup while listening.
Moo Huantong ate two whole bowls of rice.
Most of the rice she swallowed directly, without chewing a single bite.
She reached out to press her stomach, she was indeed overstuffed.
Mo Beiyan carried her upstairs, washed up and then directly carried her into the bedroom. Moo Huantong grabbed his arm, "You want to..."
She really didn't have the strength to pretend anymore.
Turns out when she was sad and upset, Moo Huantong would eat frantically. She couldn't afford anything else, so she'd buy a few buns—they were cheap and big, she could eat three or four in one go, and no matter how upset she was, she'd feel better.
But this trick didn't work anymore...
Every breath of air she inhaled carried his scent. She wanted to ignore it, forced herself not to think about it... but it was all useless.
Mo Beiyan's brows furrowed slightly, he put her on the bed, "Wasn't it you who said you wanted to sleep?"
"..."
