Su Qingnuan walked over, her voice gentle: "Mr. Fu, are you getting ready to rest?"
"Mm."
Fu Yihan extended his hand deftly.
Su Qingnuan crouched down and supported Fu Yihan.
She helped him onto the bed, tucked him in snugly, and only then turned to leave the room.
"Where are you going?"
Su Qingnuan froze slightly and turned back to look.
Fu Yihan sat on the bed, his expression cold and emotionless.
"...I'm going to see if there's anything to eat. I'm hungry."
"Hungry?" Fu Yihan's brows furrowed again. "Didn't you just eat something?"
"..." Su Qingnuan awkwardly touched her nose and lied against her conscience: "I guess I'm just a little hungry."
"...Go ahead."
Su Qingnuan hastily nodded and gently closed the door behind her.
The door was closed.
Su Qingnuan leaned against it, her heart pounding wildly.
Though she didn't want to admit it, with Fu Yihan in the room, it seemed unlikely she'd be able to sleep anytime soon.
Thinking of this, Su Qingnuan frowned.
