As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Yueqing placed the bowl of hot porridge into his hands.
She seemed to have managed the temperature perfectly; the porcelain bowl wasn't too hot or too cold, just right in the palm of his hands. She then handed over the spoon.
"It's ready," Xia Yueqing said casually.
Pei Yiting pursed his lips tightly, and after a long moment, squeezed out the words, "Thank you."
Thank you?
Xia Yueqing widened her eyes in surprise. Someone like Pei Yiting would actually say thank you? It was truly a bit unbelievable.
The room suddenly fell silent, and being alone with Pei Yiting felt oddly unsettling.
The phone rang, interrupting Xia Yueqing's awkwardness.
It was her phone.
"I'll take the call."
Pei Yiting squinted slightly, "Alright."
Xia Yueqing picked up her phone and walked to the balcony, while the ringtone persisted relentlessly, giving her a sense of unease.
She hadn't even looked at the caller ID.
