Tang Yan's gaze fell on the slice of bread in front of the girl, which had been cut into one hundred and eighty pieces.
His face darkened for a moment.
He softly hummed, walked to the opposite side of Qi Yue, and sat down.
The aroma of milk wafted in the air.
Qi Yue snapped back to reality, remembered something, and awkwardly asked, "Are you... are you feeling better?"
Tang Yan took a sip of milk and glanced at Qi Yue.
"A little better."
"Oh." Qi Yue smiled, picked up a piece of pizza, and placed it on the plate in front of Tang Yan, "You should eat more..." Tang Yan looked up, his gaze on her, "I can do it myself."
Qi Yue blushed, clearly feeling that his voice seemed a bit cold.
She quickly withdrew her hand and sat up straight on the chair.
"Uh... sorry... I really..."
"Enough." Tang Yan's handsome face blushed slightly, "Let's eat."
Qi Yue nodded.
She quickly picked up the bread, spread some salad dressing on it, and began to eat.
