At 8 o'clock, Bella Yu returned to the rental house and had no energy to cook, so he cooked instant noodles for himself.
The scent alarmed Dai Xuan, and she came out of the room with her hair as if Bella Yu had just washed it before returning home and it was not yet dry. The weather was no longer so cold, but the heating had not been turned off. She was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and habitually no pants, leaning against the door and looking at Bella Yu.
"You hold the fork in your mouth? Aren't you afraid of being stabbed?" Dai Xuan crossed her arms, curious.
Bella Yu took out the fork: "Plastic, no."
Dai Xuan was quiet for a few seconds and asked her, "Have you been packing things these days?"
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