At the muffled sound of someone suppressing laughter, Bao Bei finally opened his eyes.
Right in front of him, leaning over the bed to the point of almost falling, was the same human from earlier. He had a hand over his mouth and was turning his face away. Bao Bei thought he saw the man's shoulders shaking slightly.
"Eat."
Being told that, Bao Bei suddenly realized he was drooling and quickly wiped his mouth with the sleeve of the shirt he wore. On the table in front of the sofa, steaming dishes and bread had been arranged.
Bao Bei instinctively jumped down from the bed and started running toward the sofa—but then suddenly, he froze and became aware of the human.
He started backing up slowly, step by step, toward the wall, glancing back and forth between the human and the delicious-smelling food on the plates.
The human was scary. Untrustworthy. He didn't like him. But he was hungry. The warm food on the plates smelled so incredibly good.
