The morning sun spilled softly through the curtains, filling the dining room with warmth. Yichen and Lu Nian sat across from each other at the breakfast table while Zhaoyan busied himself in the kitchen, the aroma of sizzling food drifting through the air.
Lu Nian leaned closer, lowering his voice as if afraid Zhaoyan might overhear. "Yichen… why does Zhaoyan stare at me like he wants to eat me?"
Yichen, still scrolling lazily through his phone, barely glanced up. "Yep. He really does want to eat you."
Lu Nian's face paled. "What?"
Yichen smirked and added quickly, "Kidding. Don't be so serious. Now tell me—what did you want to say?"
Lu Nian rubbed the back of his head nervously, hesitating for a long moment before blurting out, "It's about Feng."
Yichen's expression hardened. "What about him? Did he bother you again?"
Lu Nian shook his head. "No. I… I just decided to give him a chance."
Yichen's eyes widened in shock. "What? You're really into that man?"
