The little hand kept moving upwards until Qin Guanglin couldn't help but catch it through his clothes, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"It's time to eat." He checked his watch, it was already past noon and almost one in the afternoon.
He felt an inexplicable tingling at the bottom of his heart—was it a craving?
"Let's lie down a bit longer…" He Fang said lazily, not wanting to move, "I'm not hungry yet."
"You need to eat even if you're not hungry."
Qin Guanglin took her hand away and got up from the bed, "Should I get takeout for you?"
"Yes, I want…" She stared at the ceiling for a moment before deciding what to eat: "KFC's fried chicken drumstick, with a chicken wrap."
"Okay, just relax and wait for me to come back with the takeout." Qin Guanglin called out and then went downstairs to eat.