"Don't you dare leave!"
Duan Xingzhi's tone suddenly turned vicious, not just his tone, but even his gaze was fierce.
Bai Zhi sighed helplessly, "It's you who don't want to see me, staying would only make you angry."
"Sit down."
Bai Zhi sat down, Duan Xingzhi picked up the bowl, stirred it a couple of times, and then drank a sip.
Maybe he was really hungry, as soon as the porridge went down, his stomach felt comfortable, and the warmth spread directly to his heart.
It's still the same taste, just like the last time she cooked it.
However, he really didn't have much appetite now, only drank two sips before putting it down, leaning back on the sofa, his brows hadn't relaxed since waking up, a hangover truly was punishing.
"What's wrong? Is the porridge bad?"
Duan Xingzhi waved his hand and rubbed his temples, "No, it's a headache, can't drink."
"Who told you to drink so much?" Bai Zhi mumbled, then walked around the sofa, placing her fingers on his temples, gently massaging.
