"Why are you becoming almost like Song Chuyi?" Duoyao said softly. "You should hang out less with that doctor in the future."
"If you don't want it, then I'll eat it." Yan Molun couldn't be bothered to nag her. He pried the disposable chopsticks apart but before he even touched the food, Duoyao snatched the chopsticks from him and ate it all up with big bites as she held the bowl up.
Yan Molun shook his head speechlessly.
...
The next day, Duoyao was woken up by the doorbell and was a little unhappy. Yan Molun got up to open the door. Indeed, it was Xiling standing outside. She slid in quickly, probably out of fear that passersby would see the person who opened the door. "Where's Duoyao? Not up yet?"
Yan Molun shook his head.
Xiling said politely, "I'll have to trouble you to wake her up. She still has a shoot at 8 am."
"So early?" Yan Molun frowned. The sky had just started to brighten up.