Two hours later, Han Shi's homemade hotpot was ready. He came to Qin Xi's room and saw that she was sleeping soundly. Her face was slightly red and he couldn't help but kiss her pouting mouth.
Qin Xi let out a moan and opened her eyes in a daze. "Huh? Is it dark?"
Han Shi smiled and said, "Five in the afternoon. There's still some time before dark. Don't you want to eat hotpot? I've already made it. Get up and eat!"
Qin Xi couldn't be bothered to get up. She closed her eyes and stretched out her hand lazily.
Seeing this, Han Shi smiled helplessly. He held her wrist and pulled her up from the bed. He hugged her and carried her to the dining room.
"Sit down first. I'll put the vegetables and meat into the pot."
Now, Qin Xi had developed the habit of being able to eat whenever she wanted. Every time she ate, Han Shi would feed her. Gradually, she became too lazy to move her chopsticks.