"Slow down! Nobody's fighting you for it. Were you a starving ghost in your last life?!"
Nalan Yanran sat beside Xiao Qian, watching him sweep through the food like a gale stripping away clouds, and finally could not help telling him to stop.
Xiao Qian looked as though he had gone hungry for several lifetimes. His eyes were fixed on the plates of enticingly fragrant magical beast meat on the table, his arms moving rapidly like machinery as he stuffed piece after piece into his mouth. His cheeks bulged, and satisfied chewing sounds escaped him now and then.
"Stop! That's my meat!"
Seeing a plate of magical beast meat about to be wiped clean by Xiao Qian, Nalan Yanran hurriedly reached out to snatch it.
Before her hand could touch the plate, however, Xiao Qian grabbed her wrist and shamelessly seized it back, then continued feasting as though no one else were there.
He looked as though nothing in the world could stand between him and his love of good food.
"You! Do you have a death wish?!"
Flustered and annoyed, Nalan Yanran's face turned as red as a ripe tomato.
She jerked her hand free and swung it toward Xiao Qian's forehead.
She had expected Xiao Qian to dodge nimbly, but instead, he reacted like a dull-witted fool. Her palm landed squarely on his forehead with a crisp smack.
This time, it was Nalan Yanran who froze.
She stared blankly at Xiao Qian, only to find that he seemed utterly oblivious and was still gulping down mouthfuls of meat.
That focused expression, that look of contentment-it was as though the entire world held only him and the delicious food before him.
For some reason, watching Xiao Qian like this sent an indescribable tenderness welling up in Nalan Yanran's heart.