Zhixi lowered her eyes and walked over without saying a word, sitting down across from him.
The table was set with xiaolongbao, vegetable porridge, and tea eggs—all items she often ate. However, she remembered that this man rarely ate Chinese-style breakfast.
Her heart stirred, and she subconsciously looked at him.
He Jingyao seemed to know what she was thinking and explained lightly, "Xiaobao loves these, so the breakfast they've been preparing lately is like this. Don't you like it?"
Zhixi shook her head and stuffed a xiaolongbao into her mouth.
Yes, it was because of Xiaobao, not specially prepared for her. What was she fantasizing about?
She chewed hard, struggling to swallow, then took a sip of porridge and couldn't eat anything else.
Zhixi put down her chopsticks and looked at the man across from her, "About Xiaobao…"
He Jingyao smiled nonchalantly, "Hmm?"
