Si Mingjing spread open the book's cover for Mo Yinhe to see. "It's about Western medicine. On Prison Star, due to the lack of equipment, I understood some Western medicine but lacked practical experience. I also knew very little about the relevant literature. Now that I've arrived on Earth, I want to learn more."
Mo Yinhe noticed a few other books on the table beside them. He picked one up at random and sat down quietly next to her to read.
Si Mingjing stole glances at him out of the corner of her eye. Couldn't this man stand the smell of durian? Why isn't he leaving?
"Mr. Mo, aren't you going to have dinner?"
Mo Yinhe's long legs were leisurely crossed. He leaned lazily against the tatami, casually flipping through the book. As he browsed, he said, "I'm not hungry either."
Is *his* hunger really the point here?
Si Mingjing complained inwardly, I'll see how long you can hold out.
