Yu Lingqian lay lazily against the headboard when he suddenly lost interest, "I don't have an appetite anymore."
Mu Anran let out a sigh of relief and glanced down at the noodles in her hands.
A delicate egg lay atop the noodles, sprinkled with some green onions and a few green veggies.
It looked light, but the broth, meticulously simmered by Madam Lin, was fragrant and inviting.
"Gurgle—"
Mu Anran's stomach shamelessly growled.
She glanced at Yu Lingqian, "Young Master Yu, since you've lost your appetite, it's a waste to leave this bowl uneaten, let me take care of it for you."
As she spoke, she had already sat down on the couch and took the first bite; it was indeed light and smooth.
As she was about to take the second bite, suddenly everything went dark in front of her eyes.
Her chin was grasped, and her face lifted.
Immediately, the man's passionate lips pressed down on hers.
"Mmm—" Mu Anran widened her eyes in astonishment.