To be honest, the attitude of the young man in green was a bit rude, but Shen Ning was not angry. She looked at the young man thoughtfully until he left.
Judging by his attire, you can tell that he is not the waiter in the shop, he must be the entourage around Mo Chuan.
Where is Mo Chuan? Why doesn't he come? But he asked his entourage to bring him food
He must have taken off his mask, and he didn't know what face he would use to see himself.
Shen Ning sneered, got up from the bed, walked to the table and opened the food box. In addition to the exquisite four-color dishes, there was also a small plate of Poria, Poria and Horseshoe Thousand-Flower Cake that had just come out of the cage.
She ate all four dishes without even looking at the plate of mille-feuille cake, leaving only the plate of mille-feuille cake.
After eating and drinking, she wiped her mouth, walked a few steps in the room, and then opened the door.
Before she could step out of the room, a gray figure suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.
"Master ordered you not to leave the room."
It was a young man wearing a gray tights, with an expressionless face, as if he was wearing a mask. Only a pair of eyes moved slightly, showing that he was a living person.
"Who are you?" Shen Ning looked at the young man in gray.
The young man in gray clothes seemed a little surprised. He slightly raised his head to look at Shen Ning and bowed slightly to her.
"Chasing the Wind." He said briefly.
"Where is your master?" she asked.
Zhui Feng didn't answer, just silently blocking the door of the room.
"Tell him to come see me." Shen Ning said nothing, turned around and entered the room, closing the door.
She didn't see the surprised expression on Zhui Feng's face behind her.
How is this going? She actually asked her name? Are you asking questions knowingly? Or have you really forgotten
Not long after Shen Ning returned to the room, she heard a light knock on the door. Although she didn't hear the footsteps, she knew it must be Mo Chuan.
She sat at the table without looking back, and just said lightly: "You are here."
There was a "hmm" sound from behind, and then there was no more sound.
Mo Chuan's eyes fell on the table and saw only four empty plates. She obviously had a good appetite and ate all the dishes and rice. However, he had difficulty swallowing and almost didn't eat anything all day long. .
Then his breath caught, and he realized that the horseshoe mille-feuille cake he specially ordered to prepare for her was actually intact.
This is her favorite pastry. Every time she eats it, she will show an expression of satisfaction and joy. It is also his favorite expression to see.
She ate all the other dishes and left this snack alone and motionless. Why
Mo Chuan's fingers slowly clenched into fists, and his heart ached.
He stared at her back without saying a word, and she didn't look back.
Doesn't she even want to look at him now
After a while, Mo Chuan slowly spoke.
"You came to see me, are you okay?" His voice was hoarse and flat.
But only he himself knows how much effort he put into maintaining this plainness.
"I want to ask you something." She said without turning her head, her voice as calm as his, but with an extra layer of indifference.
"You ask."
It's like a conversation between two strangers.
A wry smile appeared on Mo Chuan's lips.
When did he and she start to become so strange and indifferent.
"Chu Shaoyang, were you burned to death?" Her voice was cold and without any emotion.
But Mo Chuan's heart felt as if it was grabbed by an invisible big hand, causing severe pain.