"Okay."
Ye Anqi snuggled in his arms, and the two held each other tightly, only then did she feel warm.
But no matter how warm it felt, it couldn't warm her stomach.
Ye Anqi's stomach growled again—
The sound clearly indicated hunger.
Ya Shitian's gaze darkened, "Is it very uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, not too uncomfortable, just consider it a diet."
Actually, she was already very thin.
Ya Shitian had never seen her gain weight.
Holding her, he felt she was particularly petite, even fragile.
Ya Shitian kissed her forehead with compassion, "When we get back, I'll make anything you want to eat."
"Don't talk about food!" Ye Anqi interrupted, "Let's talk about something else, anything except food."
Ya Shitian responded softly, "Hmm, what should we talk about?"
"Tell me about your life these past years, you never spoke about it to me."
"There's nothing much to say."
Ye Anqi knew he didn't want to talk about it, didn't want her to worry.
