Mo Shangjun came out of Zhou Weichi's room, yawning.
Six people were playing "Fight the Landlord" and having a blast.
Someone even went out to buy barbecue midway, and they ate and played, losing track of time until they realized it was already ten o'clock at night.
By this time, those who had regular schedules were tidying up and going back to their rooms. Naturally, Mo Shangjun was also leaving the group, but as she left, under Zhou Weichi's enthusiastic invitation, she took some leftover barbecue.
It hadn't cooled down completely, still a bit warm.
Mo Shangjun intended to eat it in her room, but when she passed by Ya Tianxing's room and saw the light coming through, she instinctively stopped and then paused at his door.
Knock, knock, knock.
Mo Shangjun knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Ya Tianxing's voice came from the other side of the door.
"Delivering a midnight snack."
Mo Shangjun lazily replied.
