I originally planned to go back to sleep, but ended up not getting any rest.
Lounging in bed for a long time, Shen Qingqing decided to get up, "I'm hungry."
Jiang Zhixun glanced at the lunchbox on the table.
Unsure if it's gone cold.
He hugged Shen Qingqing tightly under the covers, "I'll go boil some water, you get ready first, and I'll buy new food later."
"No need, just heat it with hot water. It'll do for now, and we'll get something else to eat on the way."
Afraid Shen Qingqing would go hungry, Jiang Zhixun got out of bed decisively.
He stood by the bed, getting dressed.
His upper body still bare, showing fresh scratch marks on the back of his shoulders.
Shen Qingqing looked at her own hands, her nails trimmed clean and neat, and she truly didn't know when she had scratched him.
Ignoring those ambiguous marks, she only noticed how smooth the muscles on his back were.
Tan skin, exuding a sense of strength at first glance.
