Mo Shangjun opened his eyes suddenly.

After sleeping for less than five hours, there was no sound in the room, but her body's habits obviously did not allow her to continue sleeping.

The moment I opened my eyes, I was completely awake.

Mo Shangyun sat up, but her right shoulder still hurt badly. She moved a little and felt that the pain had eased, and then she got out of bed with slippers on.

As soon as he came out of the bedroom, he saw Yan Tianxing sitting on the sofa.

He was peeling an apple, holding a fruit knife. He moved very quickly and cut it halfway. The skin was not broken, and it was even and thin.

Mo Shangjun stopped and looked at him lazily.

The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, which was very dark. It was different here. It had snowed all night and the sky was gray. The light came from the window. Yan Tianxing seemed to be covered with a layer of dark light. He lowered his head and looked attentive. From Mo Shangyun's perspective,

, a bit pleasing to the eye.

Yan Tianxing had already noticed her presence.

It wasn't until he finished peeling the apple that he raised his head and said, "Good morning."

"Is there anything to eat?" Mo Shangyun walked over.

Yan Tianxing replied, "No."

Mo Shangjun shrugged, took the already washed military uniform that he had placed on the sofa, and turned around to wash up and change clothes.

Five minutes later, Mo Shangyun walked out in high spirits.

"You don't care about eating, but do you care about delivering it?" Mo Shangyun straightened his military hat and asked Yan Tianxing.

"It doesn't matter."

Yan Tianxing replied, put the cut apple into the fruit bowl, put a few toothpicks on it, and handed it over.

Mo Shangjun lowered his head and glanced at the apple pieces cut into equal sizes.

Then, he frowned in disgust.

"A waste of time."

After making a comment, Mo Shangyun inserted a piece of apple with a toothpick, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Tossing out a flower will still taste the same.

"This is called enjoying life." Yan Tianxing answered slowly.

Mo Shangjun ate a piece but stopped eating. He threw the toothpick into the trash can and asked him sideways, "Where's breakfast?"

"Answer me a question." Yan Tianxing said leisurely.

"No answer."

"Then there's nothing to eat."

"..."
Chapter completed!