Xie Jingchen felt his eyes strain from reading and wanted to raise a hand to rub them.
Su Jin was sitting right in front of him, and he said, "I want to drink tea."
"Tea again?" Su Jin looked at him.
"...."
"Maybe the congee and buns were too salty," Xie Jingchen said without a hint of embarrassment or breathlessness.
Su Jin, "...."
There was no excuse she could find to refute that.
Because she didn't eat it.
Not eating meant she didn't have the authority to speak.
What if the cook in the small kitchen mistook salt for alkali?
Su Jin got up to pour him tea.
Xie Jingchen took the opportunity to rub his eyes a couple of times.
Su Jin spun around quickly, but unfortunately, she was a step too late and missed catching him.
She poured a cup of tea and brought it over, Xie Jingchen took a sip.
Then his torment of Su Jin escalated.
"Tired of reading, recite it to me," he said.
"...."
He got up and lay down on the small couch.
Su Jin glared at him fiercely.
