"What do you want to eat, I'll have Maria prepare it for you and bring it up." He gently caressed her face, her hairline, with his eyes shimmering softly.
Xia Qingqian felt a sting in her nose, resting her head on the soft pillow, she shook her head gently and said, "I'm not hungry, thank you."
"Silly girl, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll ask Maria to make the sweet and sour pork you like." The waiter at the restaurant told him that Xia Qingqian hadn't eaten anything, this silly girl always made people worry.
But knowing she was worried about him, a warm current surged in his heart. However, she now understood how to keep her distance from him, and even her words were polite, which made him feel uneasy.
Xia Qingqian looked at Beitang Yao's figure in a daze, her eyes slightly moist. He actually remembered that she liked sweet and sour pork, making her heart tremble fiercely and clutch tightly. Even she couldn't describe what she was feeling.
