Yan Zhen Guo looked Gu Fuqiao up and down and said, "The food you brought back shows no sign of being touched, not even opened, and there isn't a single trace of water in the dish cabinet, which means you haven't eaten at all."
As he said this, his tone was precise and rigid, like he was reading from a book.
"Alright, you're impressive," Gu Fuqiao glanced at Yan Zhen Guo helplessly. He's worthy of being the male lead she writes about, can even tell if someone hasn't eaten. But today, she truly didn't feel like eating.
After speaking, Gu Fuqiao lay back on the bed limply, resting her head on the pillow and said, "But I'm really tired today, not going to cook, nor feel like eating. Just make do yourself; anyway, I've bought the groceries. I'll cook for you tomorrow." Having said that, Gu Fuqiao closed her eyes, intending to continue sleeping. But clearly, Yan Zhen Guo wouldn't let her sleep; she only felt a pair of strong hands wrap around her waist.
