After asking this question, Tang Mo felt a little regretful, and before Feng Qian answered, he said, "Forget it, you are here."
"Um."
The wind responded lightly.
There was probably a dark cloud covering the moon, and there was originally a bright room, but it suddenly became dark.
Maybe it was because it was completely dark and no one could see anyone, so Tang Mo fell asleep peacefully this time.
However, it didn't take long for the boy's repressed groan to be heard in the air.
Feng Qian frowned and looked closely at Tang Mo's face.
There was another look of pain on the other's face.
Feng Qian: "..."
Is it possible that when you fall asleep in pieces, it will be so painful?
After a pause, she raised her hand and rubbed Tang Mo's temple.
It didn't take long for the girl to be grabbed by the boy's wrist.
Before Feng Qian could react, he fell to the floor in a whirl.
The boy with a distressed expression held the girl tightly in his arms as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
There's still a lot of strength.
Feng Qian tried to move, but was tightly bound by Tang Mo.
Later, Feng Qian gave up the struggle.
Although the waist was a little painful, the sleepiness finally overcome the slight pain.
She fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, there was no one around.
Feng Qian blinked and turned around.
The sky was already white with fish belly, and the gleam of the morning sun shone into the room through the glass windows.
Feng Qian was stunned for a while, and then he got up from the floor.
She pushed open the door and happened to bump into Tang Mo who came in with a pot of freshly cooked porridge.
Tang Mo's shallow gaze towards Shangfeng, the hand holding the pot stopped, and his body stiffened.
He showed an uncomfortable smile: "Morning."
Feng Qian stared at the boy quietly, and replied in a low voice, "Well, early."
Tang Mo quickly put the pot on the wooden table in the main room, took a few steps back, and pointed to the outside, "I'll go get the tableware."
"Um."
Feng Qian still answered in a light tone.
The main room is very simple, with a wooden table that looks vintage, and four wooden benches.
Feng Qian walked over and sat on the bench.
After a while, Ji Cheng also opened the door and came out.
The boy stretched and yawned again. He saw Feng Qian sitting in front of the table and said hello, "Morning, goddess."
Then, with a keen sense of smell, he smelled the rich aroma of rice wafting from the pot on the table.
Ji Cheng's sleepiness disappeared, he walked over and sat opposite Feng Qian.
The boy looked at the white porridge in the pot and said, "The white rice porridge in the game smells delicious."
This is what Tang Mo saw when he walked in with three sets of bowls and chopsticks.
He walked over and silently placed the tableware and chopsticks on the table.
"That's all I have at home."
The boy's tone was a little sluggish, and he probably realized that such a simple environment and meals, greeting guests, it was really poor hospitality.
"It's okay, it's already fine."
It was also difficult for Tang Mo to be willing to entertain them.
Hearing the girl's words, Tang Mo was slightly stunned, looked up at Feng Qian, and quickly retracted his gaze.
He pursed his lips, bowed his head and silently served the meal.
After serving, he sat down and ate the white porridge silently.
Then, seeing that the two guests didn't move their chopsticks, he wondered, "Why don't you eat?"
When the boy finished speaking, Feng Qian picked up his chopsticks, stirred the white porridge in the bowl, then picked up the porcelain bowl and took a few sips.
When Jicheng saw this, he also started to move.
Tang Mo then retracted his gaze and continued to silently drink the white porridge in his bowl.
In fact, in the game world, as players Feng Qian and Jicheng, eating the food in the game world will not feel full, but only have a taste experience.