Her face was indeed not very good, and she was listless. She was poking at the toast in front of her with her knife and fork, and she had no intention of answering Lin Yue'er's questions.
Lin Yue'er lowered her head in embarrassment and ate breakfast quietly.
"Xiaoyu, where is the master?"
The maid Xiaoyu who was called quickly and respectfully replied: "The master is not feeling well. Madam has already brought some breakfast back to the room."
Bei Xijue was thoughtful. After returning from the Maldives, Bei Muyun's health seemed to be really bad, but Gong Yuzhu and Ouyang Fan had not taken any action. What on earth did they want to do?
Glancing back at Shangguan Tang, she was still maintaining that posture, not touching a drop of the milk in her hand, and then her face squinted.
"Sister Tangtang, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Yue'er didn't give up. Seeing Bei Xijue's expression change, she hurriedly reached out and tugged on her clothes.
Shangguan Tang came back to his senses, looked at Lin Yue'er, and then at Bei Xijue, who was still eating breakfast elegantly with his head down, not looking at her at all.
Throwing away the knife and fork in frustration.
"I'm full and I'm going back to my room."
"But you haven't eaten any."
Lin Yue'er looked at the breakfast on her plate that was poked beyond recognition in confusion.
"I'm not hungry."
Glancing at her coldly, Shangguantang stood up. Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, her head felt dizzy, forcing her to sit back down again.
The silver knife and fork in Bei Xijue's hand faltered, and he almost couldn't control his feet and stood up.
"Sister Tangtang, are you okay?"
Lin Yue'er approached her with concern and looked at her nervously. Bei Xijue's eyes flashed and he looked towards her coldly.
"Are you a fool? How many times have I told you that you must have breakfast. Even fools have remembered it. You, Shangguan Tang, can't remember it!"
Shangguan Tang was already dizzy, and he became even more angry after being yelled at. Just as he was about to have an attack, Lin Yue'er spoke first.
"Brother Bei, why are you so cruel to Sister Tangtang? She is still a child. You have to be gentler."
Huh, Wen Wen? If Bei Xijue had anything to do with Wen Wen, sows would be climbing trees.
"Can I go back to my room after breakfast?"
Bei Xijue snorted softly, Shangguan Tang took a deep breath and raised the knife and fork again. The plate in front of him was moved away by a big hand and replaced with a plate of sliced toast. The quantity was larger than before.
Double.
You stinky man, just want to go against her, don't you want to support her to death?
The toast was so overworked that when she finished the whole plate of toast out of anger, Shangguan Tang was about to spit it out, but there was only a glass of milk at hand, which she hated the most, and it was cold.
"Drink it."
He ordered coldly.
Shangguan Tang glared at him, mustered up the courage to pick up the glass of milk, raised it to his lips and was about to drink it, when Bei Xijue suddenly frowned, stood up, and snatched the milk from her hand.
"Drink this."
"Why?"
"There's so much nonsense, drink quickly!"
Bei Xijue held his own glass of milk in his hand and forced it to her mouth.
Shangguan Tang suppressed her anger and took a sip. Hey, it was hot. She raised her head and glanced at him. His eyes flickered and he looked away unnaturally. She secretly pursed her lips. It turned out that he still had such a cute side.
Is it true that he also cares about her?
She smiled evilly, then lowered her head again, opened her mouth, and her soft mouth "accidentally" brushed against his well-jointed fingers. His hand trembled obviously, and a few drops of milky white liquid spilled out.