Buhui was so frightened that she quickly withdrew her hand. When she turned around, she saw Mo Beichen standing in the middle of the staircase in a robe. He was a distance away, so she couldn't see his expression clearly, but his cold and harsh gaze still made her heart palpitate.
"Sorry, I was just curious." Buhui was extremely annoyed. Why was she attracted to these photos? If Mo Beichen figured something out, how would she explain?
Thinking about this, she walked back to the sofa guiltily, and Mo Beichen also came down from the staircase. Once closer, she realized his handsome face was pale, his thin lips were dry and cracked, and he looked very haggard.
Buhui pointed to the items on the coffee table, "I bought porridge and fruit, it should still be warm. Do you want to eat?"
Mo Beichen sat down on the sofa like a lord. With both hands resting on the sofa back, he lazily raised an eyebrow at Buhui, "You're not expecting me to eat it just like this, are you?"
Buhui: "?"
