"The Snow Maple Cakes already made in the kitchen—I brought them straight over. Boss, want to try one?" Yao Ziyan handed the food to Luo Chuan.
Luo Chuan had actually brushed his teeth.
But to him, brushing his teeth was merely a sense of ritual, so eating before bed would not have any real effect.
As for Snow Maple Cakes, they were a local pastry unique to Qichuan.
Luo Chuan did not know much about the process or ingredients, but they definitely contained Snow Maple Flowers.
They tasted quite good too—sweet and tart, filling his mouth with the distinct fresh sweetness of Snow Maple Flowers.
"Pretty good." Luo Chuan casually handed Yao Ziyan a piece. "Have one."
"I don't..."
Before Yao Ziyan could finish, Luo Chuan had already stuffed the Snow Maple Cake into her mouth, blocking the rest of her words.
Yao Ziyan could not help rolling her eyes at Luo Chuan, but she did not say anything more and instead carefully savored the pastry in her mouth.
It really did taste quite good.
Luo Chuan was not particularly hungry, but because Yao Ziyan had brought them over, he ate several pieces.
"Let's sleep." Luo Chuan yawned, feeling a little sleepy.
The bed in Luo Chuan's room was quite large.
Precisely because it was so large, even though the two of them were both sitting beneath the blankets, there was still some distance between them.
There was no physical contact whatsoever; it even carried a sense of treating each other with the courtesy due a guest.
Yao Ziyan softly hummed, then slipped beneath the covers.
The switch for the room's lighting array was beside the bed. As Luo Chuan touched it, the lights went out, and darkness flooded the entire room like a rising tide.
The weather that night