As the words fell, both were stunned for a moment, then both laughed out loud. Qin Zhan tossed the document into the trash can, leaning back against the chair, his phoenix eyes tender, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet."
"Why haven't you eaten yet? It's already past seven."
Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "What about you? Have you eaten?"
Qin Zhan paused, shook his head helplessly, and said honestly, "No."
"And you're saying that to me," Bi Xia huffed lightly, "we're both the same."
"That's different," Qin Zhan shook his head, "I can't eat because I'm thinking of you. You, heartless little thing, have already run off to Yan City and are probably playing like crazy, forgetting me already, right?"
Bi Xia blinked, "Of course it's the same. I can't eat because I'm thinking of you too. Haven't you heard the saying?"
"What saying?"
Her red lips curled, and she spoke deliberately, "Full belly, longing thoughts, desires for indulgence."
