"Good morning, Tang Song."
Tang Song waved his hand, smiling warmly, "Morning, Qiuqiu. Have you eaten yet?"
"N-not yet," Qiuqiu bit her lip lightly and said softly, "I didn't know what you or the senior wanted to eat, so I didn't dare to make anything."
Tang Song walked to the center of the living room, casually glanced at the sunrise outside the window, and said with a smile, "Mengting is still asleep. The weather is nice today. How about we go out for something to eat? How about a meat sandwich? We could get one more for her."
"Sure," Qiuqiu nodded quickly, her face a little flushed.
She turned and quickly went back to her bedroom, threw on a coat, then came out and stood next to Tang Song, obediently following him downstairs.
Although her gaze was looking ahead, her peripheral vision was filled with his figure.
Last night, in the rented apartment, with the senior right there, he leaned in and kissed her.
And he said, "No one will abandon you."
