52 The Noodles That Were Eight Years Late

Shen Liangchuan's voice sounded exceptionally magnetic in the night.

Qiao Lian's body froze; she didn't dare to move. She thought for a while and then said, "Oh, I'm trying to lose some weight."

Even if she told him that the servant had purposely not left any food for her, this guy would still not care about her. Besides, she could deal with a mere servant.

Except…

"Grumble, grumble."

Qiao Lian wished she could cover Shen Liangchuan's ears. The fact that her stomach was growling like this was absolutely embarrassing for her!

She turned around and slept on her belly — only then did her belly quieten down.

However, she was so hungry!

Qiao Lian pressed her hands on her belly, which was slightly warm.

As a reporter, she frequently had irregular meals due to her need to chase scoops. Hence, within the past half a year, she had contracted mild gastrointestinal problems.