His hand pressed against his stomach as she hurriedly, trembling, made a call for a doctor, but he suddenly reached out and clasped her wrist.
"I'm okay..." Gong Beiyao said, "It's just a bit of a stomachache. What time is it now?"
Sheng Qianxia checked the clock, it was four in the morning...
Seeing her write a 'four' in the palm of his hand, Gong Beiyao continued, "Can you cook anything? Anything will do."
Sheng Qianxia drew a check in his palm, then patted his hand, signaling him to wait, and rushed off to the kitchen.
Gong Beiyao sat in his room with a sense of unease, not knowing what he was waiting for, just instinctively maintaining that posture.
As if he wanted to prove something, yet was afraid of finding out something...
After about ten minutes, Sheng Qianxia brought in a bowl of noodles.
Gong Beiyao heard her footsteps, sat at the table with her guidance, took a bite with his chopsticks, and then stopped.
