Ning Wei picked up a piece of mushroom and chewed it slowly. Usually, she liked the taste of stir-fried mushrooms very much. But right now, she could not taste anything in her mouth.
Her mind was preoccupied with something else.
"Why are you eating like a bird?"
Feng An Yu's voice snapped Ning Wei out of her trance. She looked up and saw him picking up a piece of spare ribs, which he placed in her bowl. This man was properly dressed in his white shirt. But Ning Wei's mind was thinking of the shirtless Feng An Yu.
"What is it?" Feng An Yu asked. "No appetite?"
The concerned look on Feng An Yu's mind made Ning Wei feel bad. After all, her mind was filled with inappropriate thoughts. She wanted to slap herself.
"Usually, you eat like you haven't seen food for a week," Feng An Yu continued.
