Xiao Yifei sat back down in his own seat and devoured his meal fiercely as Shi Miaomiao looked at him with a hint of apology. He ignored her apologetic gaze, turned his sadness and anger into appetite, and cleaned the dishes on the table thoroughly.
Xiao Yifei was already used to this, every time he slightly acted inappropriately towards Miaomiao, Sister Tang would always rough him up. Staying under someone else's roof, he had no choice but to endure.
But... he just wanted to check if Shi Miaomiao was really sick, what era was it, looking a little, and checking didn't matter right; why was Sister Tang so sensitive.
After the meal, Xiao Yifei obediently washed the dishes, and Miaomiao somehow brought him some ointment. Beyond being moved, he kept marveling that there was still true compassion in the world.
"Xiao Yifei, turn on the water for me, I want to take a bath," Sister Tang called out, pulling him back to reality.
