“I’m almost done, I just need to finish some work here,” Mo Han replied.

“Okay, don’t forget to bring me something delicious to eat when you come home, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“What do you want to eat?”

“Anything, as long as it’s not too spicy.”

Mo Han reached home at 10 P.M, holding the takeaway bought from a shop near his office. He had only wanted to buy Xia Qingyi’s portion originally, but he had ended up buying two portions. For some reason, his appetite had grown ever since Xia Qingyi moved in.

He had just walked into the hallway and changed into his slippers when he saw Xia Qingyi sitting cross-legged on the floor in loose pyjamas, revealing her skinny legs. She was leaning comfortably against the sofa and watching television.

“Isn’t it cold sitting on the floor?” Mo Han placed the food on the table.

Xia Qingyi’s eyes sparkled with glee once she saw that her food had arrived. “It’s not cold, it’s really comfortable.” She walked to the table and opened up the packets of food, “You seemed to have bought a bit too much, don’t you think?”

“I’m eating as well.”

Xia Qingyi took one look at him and grinned. “That’s perfect, accompany me and let’s eat together.”

Mo Han removed his tie single-handedly, unfastened the sleeve buttons on his wrist and walked towards the bedroom. “Hold on, leave the food on the table, I’ll change before I eat.”

Xia Qingyi was still staring at the partially opened packets of food. “Hurry up!”

After Mo Han had changed into his casual wear, Xia Qingyi was already sitting properly at the dining table, chopsticks in hand, her eyes fixated on the food.

“Okay, let’s eat,” he had barely finished the sentence before Xia Qingyi helped herself to the food.

Mo Han saw how famished she was and laughed to himself. He picked up his chopsticks and started to eat as well.

When Xia Qingyi was eating, she seldom looked at the people around her, and would rarely speak. She would stuff her mouth with food, her eyes big and round, so she would end up looking like a starved animal when she ate.

“Eat slower, nobody’s here to snatch your food.”

“I haven’t eaten dinner, and I’ve been hungry since noon,” Xia Qingyi pouted.

“Why didn’t you eat dinner?”

“It’s because of the murder case that happened in school. The police officers have been asking me about the case repeatedly since I was the one who reported it, so I’ve had to postpone my meals.”

“You just have to tell them everything you know. I know the police officers here, so if you find it too inconvenient, I can talk to them and ask them to find you less often.”

“It’s okay, the case should be resolved soon.”

Mo Han squinted, and lifted his head to see her eating her food earnestly. “Why do you say that?”

Xia Qingyi looked at him and said calmly, “It’ll probably end soon, haven’t the police been taking a lot of action lately?”

Mo Han wanted to ask more questions, but when he saw that Xia Qingyi was quietly focused on eating her food, he bent his head and continued to eat.

After the two of them finished eating, Xia Qingyi washed up and calmly headed towards Mo Han’s bedroom clutching the rug in her hands as usual, while Mo Han took his computer to his study room to finish up some incomplete work.

“Brother, I’ll go to bed first,” Xia Qingyi shouted from the entrance of the bedroom.

Mo Han did not respond. He realised that there was no way he could change her habit of wanting to sleep on a rug in his bedroom. She was always searching for some small reason to convince herself to sleep in his room.

And Mo Han realized that he was slowly starting to accept this strange habit of hers.