Luo Mengmeng's face flushed with embarrassment as she stomped her foot in annoyance and glared with her eyes, "It's just my stomach growling, what's so funny about that!"
Because she had snacked too much tonight, she hadn't eaten much for dinner, so it would be strange if she wasn't hungry now, in the middle of the night.
After Gu Zhihan contained his laughter, he pulled out a packet of biscuits from the big pocket of his camouflage uniform—biscuits that she had insisted on giving him before the military training—and handed it to her, "Eat these for now to fill your stomach a bit."
"Hmph!" Luo Mengmeng took them and immediately started eating.
However, although she was petite, those few biscuits were far from enough to even fill the gaps between her teeth, and the bag was empty in no time.
After reluctantly licking her fingers, Luo Mengmeng stared hopefully at the big pocket of his camouflage uniform, "Do you have more? I'm still hungry..."
