After Ye Shang finished replying to the message, he sat on the small bed and quietly looked at the information in his mind.
She stayed vigil in the second half of the night. It was now around two o'clock in the morning. When she saw the light, the small group in her mind kept reminding her from time to time that these people could really stay up and not sleep.
After watching the night, Qingli almost fell asleep on the pillow. He only knew that it was safe now and he could sleep peacefully.
The night was pitch black, with the wall blocking it, and not a single bit of moonlight coming through.
She also adjusted the light of the optical brain to the lowest level, but some light still overflowed.
Ye Shang's vigil was a little boring. After two hours, no one in the group spoke anymore. She was about to put away the light brain when she saw Qingli turn over and turn to this side.
A faint ray of light fell on his face, like a look imprinted by a god's attachment. His handsome face was like a sculpture, as if it were a gift from the gods. Under the dim light, it looked even more mysterious. His thin red lips were slightly open due to his deep sleep. Open and breathe evenly.
The distance between the two beds was not very far, and with just this little light, Ye Shang could clearly see his looming face.
Ye Shang's eyes were a little dark. At least at this moment, there was a hint of deep darkness in her eyes, and a hint of emotion was faintly sprouting.
But she didn't know, and she didn't think too much. Her eyes kept staring at Qingli. After a long time, she restrained herself and looked away, completely extinguishing the light brain.
The next day.
Qingli slept a little deeply this night, and he reflected in his heart. However, after he fell asleep, he always felt that there was a gaze staring at him, making him dream of being imprisoned in the darkness.
Then he glanced at Ye Shang, who had put away the bed not far away and was sitting with his eyes closed to rest.
Silently giving up this idea, I saw the ingredients on the table again.
He stood up and washed himself with the water in the bucket nearby, then picked up the recipe book he just got yesterday. It was a thick and heavy book. When he turned to the breakfast page, the first one was the recipe for the ingredients.
He was speechless. Could it be that this person still gave him the ingredients according to the recipe?
He decided to struggle: "I think we can have a simple breakfast, bread, milk, etc."
I mean, you don’t have to cook all the time when you’re out and about.
Ye Shang heard his voice, opened his eyes and looked at him: "Okay."
Qingli's eyes when he saw her were a little unhappy and a little disappointed?
He pursed his lips and thought about it: "I'll cook at noon."
Ye Shang stood up, collected all the ingredients, and took out bread and milk.
"Um."
Qingli then bent his eyes, walked across from her and sat down, throwing the recipe into his own space.
His spatial range is also very large, but I don't know how it compares to hers.
Ye Shang didn't ask about the food in his space. She pushed his share to him: "After eating, leave."
Qingli took out one, tore open the package, took a sip of milk, tore off a small piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely: "Yeah, okay."
When Ye Shang saw some milk overflowing from the corner of his lips, his eyes darkened unconsciously, and then he started eating it himself.
Her movements were not as graceful as Qingli's. She just took the bread and bit it.
One by one, I ate five pieces of bread before I stopped.
Qingli had the same five loaves, but only three were left. He looked at Ye Shang and said, "I can't eat any more."
Ye Shang was a little surprised that his appetite was so small?
