The tone was gentle, yet the provocation was clear, "I'm happy to, what's it to you?"
Li Yuan: "..."
Could he just say 'damn it'?
He glanced at him with dissatisfaction, too lazy to bother with him, and instead walked toward the large double bed. Upon seeing Gu Qiangwei, he offered an attentive smile, "Qiangwei, how do you feel? If there's nothing else bothering you, then I'll take my leave."
Gu Qiangwei gently tugged at the corners of her lips, "I'm fine, you said you were hungry just now, didn't you? Have dinner before you go."
Li Yuan pursed his lips, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Qin Sijue, "Forget it, your man is too stingy to spare any food!"
Having said that, as if suddenly remembering something, he leaned in close to her, "Qiangwei, how was the chicken soup and lean pork congee?"
Taken aback by his question, Gu Qiangwei paused for a moment before she realized that he must know that Qin Sijue had personally made the soup and congee.
