Chapter 36: New Year with Lance Hua

He brought a plate of food and the cutleries in his free hand. His other hand clutched an overnight bag.

"Boring," Lance Hua scoffed at the game board after taking sight of its latest state. "It disgusts me."

"If my lord doesn't want to see it, I'll move this away," Chiaki lifted up the board and relocated it to another empty table. It was a near miss to comment something about food that Lance Hua brought from the reception hall, luckily he had dismissed it.

"Why are you pouting over the food?"

Oh no, he hasn't dismissed anything.

"You bring food," answered Chiaki, not clarifying anything. Chiaki turned to sit back at her chair, face mulling over the dissatisfaction over an unfinished game. Or the food that Lance Hua had just brought into the library.