"That won't do, you should eat something, otherwise it's bad for your stomach!" Saying that, Mo Liusha pushed him and walked inside.
The house was somewhat messy, it was evident that it hadn't been cleaned for several days. Li Qianze, whom she remembered, was quite fond of cleanliness, what's going on?
She turned around, looking at Li Qianze: "You have a cold, you should eat something light. Do you have any rice at home? I will cook some porridge for you."
Li Qianze casually tossed the bracelet she returned to him onto the coffee table, lay down on the sofa without energy, and then pointed towards the kitchen, indicating that there was rice.
Mo Liusha didn't say anything, glanced back at Li Qianze who had closed his eyes on the sofa, ready to continue sleeping, tossed her bag onto the sofa, and then stepped towards the kitchen.
