His left hand was in his pocket, and his right hand carried her dinner for tonight, still in that bewitching appearance.
From Mo Shangjun's angle, she could still see the nurses passing by in the hallway, all their peripheral glances flying towards Ya Tianxing.
However, the next moment, the devilish Ya, with eyes on the back of his head, closed the door.
"What's for dinner tonight?"
Mo Shangjun closed her book and placed it on the table beside her hand.
Ya Tianxing walked over, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the book cover before quickly retracting. He circled around Mo Shangjun and dropped the dinner on the table with a nonchalant "Take a look yourself."
Mo Shangjun shot him a sideways glance.
But soon, she just casually "oh"-ed, without any sarcasm or rebuttal.
She wheeled herself around, made a turn to face the table, and then opened her dinner.
Two dishes and a soup, a serving of rice, all very light without a trace of chili.
