Ming Ye stepped across the threshold, his tall frame instantly making her small entryway feel distinctively cramped. He didn't say a word at first, his dark eyes slowly sweeping over the small living room, the neat stack of scientific journals on the coffee table, and the quiet television.
He turned to her, his posture remarkably relaxed. "Do you have any snacks, Doctor? I'm a bit peckish."
Zi Han blinked
"…Snacks?"
"Yes." His tone was completely natural, as though him appearing at her apartment uninvited and asking for food was the most ordinary thing in the world. "Anything edible."
Zi Han stared at him for two full seconds before answering honestly, "No."
Ming Ye raised a brow. "Nothing?"
"Nothing."
His expression shifted subtly into disbelief. "Not even chips?"
"No."
"Cookies?"
"No."
"Instant ramen?"
"I ate the last one yesterday."
"Really? "
