Putting Song Xiaoxi down, she walked over to Ye Yang and made a pleading gesture: "I'm afraid she'll cause trouble, so I'm going down to make her something to eat. Please keep her company, I'm counting on you."
"Sure, I don't have anything else to do anyway."
"Thank you!" Song Jiaqi, who was kept in the dark, still looked very grateful.
"But—"
Song Jiaqi stopped again: "But?"
"I'm hungry too..."
Song Jiaqi burst into laughter: "Got it, I'll make a portion for you too. You keep an eye on Xiaoxi for me first."
Ye Yang gave an "OK" gesture and closed the door after entering.
"She's gone down," he said softly.
Only then did Song Xiaoxi open her eyes, climbing up from the bed and whispered, "Oh... I almost suffocated! So hot! Oppa! How was my acting?"
Ye Yang gave her a thumbs up: "Fantastic! Professional actor level."
"I'm so hot!" Song Xiaoxi tossed off the covers and fanned herself with her hand.
