QingWu's beautiful face twisted slightly for a moment before she spoke in a chilling tone: "It seems if I don't siphon a bit of your yang vitality tonight, it would feel like I'm doing you a disservice."
Xiao Chenyan handed over to her a food box that had been sitting beside him. "Eat first, then you only have the energy to siphon my vitality."
QingWu opened the box, her eyes lighting up instantly. Inside were an assortment of delicately crafted pastries and candied fruits, each shaped like lifelike flowers in full bloom.
"Where did these come from?"
"Leftovers from the imperial kitchen."
QingWu gave him a sidelong glance. "Aren't you usually busily running around the Ministry of Revenue like a headless fly every day?"
Xiao Chenyan didn't respond. The pastries were merely something he grabbed in passing.