When Xiao Yu came out carrying the noodles, she saw Gong Ting coming down the stairs in a black silk robe, his hair slightly damp, showing he had just taken a shower. She put the bowl on the dining table, "The oil-vinegar noodles are ready."
Gong Ting shuffled over in his slippers and immediately caught a strong sour smell. He looked at the bowl of noodles on the table and frowned, "This plain and bland dish, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
Xiao Yu gave a sarcastic smile, "It's the middle of the night, did you expect a full banquet? Eat it if you want, if not, just leave it!"
Gong Ting's eye twitched, grabbing her wrist. Instinctively, she tried to shake free, but his grip tightened, the warmth of his palm burning her skin, her wrist faintly aching.
"Sit here and keep me company." With a bit of force, Gong Ting pulled her down onto the chair beside him and only then let her go to sit down, picking up the chopsticks and leisurely began to eat.
