He pushed the door open.
As soon as he entered, he saw Leng Qianqian still standing by the window, as if she was watching someone, hiding behind the curtain, with one hand parting a finger-width gap in it.
"Senior sister, those people are fine, why are you watching them?" Chen Wei asked with a resigned smile.
He placed the skewers he had cut with scissors into a bowl on the table, gestured to Leng Qianqian, and said, "I grilled some skewers for you, they're not too spicy, want to have some?"
"Sure." Leng Qianqian dropped her hand and walked towards Chen Wei.
Seeing Leng Qianqian sit down next to him with no intention of raising her hand.
Chen Wei understood the hint and picked up the bowl and chopsticks, "Okay, okay, I'll feed you, I'll feed you."
"After all, I am an injured person," Leng Qianqian proclaimed with righteousness.
She began to enjoy being hand-fed by Chen Wei.
"How is it? Does it taste all right?" Chen Wei asked.
"Mmh, delicious!" Leng Qianqian nodded.