Actually, there was very little food at home, and the so-called late-night snack that Xiyan mentioned was just some dried noodles from the kitchen.
So, ten minutes later, under the eaves of a small courtyard in an alleyway, such a novel scene unfolded.
The rain pattered against the ground and the windows.
The young girl sat on the chair, swinging her long legs and holding a bowl of noodles with a completely satisfied expression on her face.
"It's so delicious."
Ou Jue glanced at her, "Have you ever heard of being modest?"
Xiyan had already finished eating at lightning speed and turned her head to look at Ou Jue, who sat next to her.
He had taken off his jacket and was only wearing a black mandarin-collared shirt with the top button undone and the cuffs rolled up.
His hair was wet from the rain, and Ou Jue had combed all of it back, with just a few strands falling over his forehead, making his features seem even more pronounced and chiseled on this rainy night.
