"What's that smell..."
As he held her, Qin Ling suddenly caught a fragrant scent.
"I'm eating soup dumplings." Tang Mo pointed to the half-eaten basket of soup dumplings on the table.
"Get me a basket."
Tang Mo was speechless. She silently took out two more baskets of dumplings from her Space, along with a serving of Qin Ling's favorite shrimp congee.
"Go on, eat. I can't tell if you came here to worry about me or to freeload."
The two of them sat down together and began to wolf down their breakfast.
After they finished breakfast, Tang Mo tried to push Qin Ling out the door.
But nothing she said worked. Qin Ling rarely got a chance to see Tang Mo, so there was no way he would leave so easily.
Clinging to Tang Mo's arm like a shameless mutt, Qin Ling even plopped himself down on her bed.
"I should really take a picture of you right now and show it to all your fangirls..."
Tang Mo just kept rolling her eyes. She was truly at a loss for words with Qin Ling.
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