WHAT'S WRONG

Mo Yuan brought a tray full of meals. Since both of them didn't have anything last night, Rose gave them two portions of each dish. He placed the tray on the table and then sat on the bed. His fingers brushed over Han Luo's hair and moved them away from her face.

He gently called her, "Ah Luo, breakfast is here. Let's eat before it gets cold."

"Umm." Han Luo slowly opened her eyes. As if her eyelids were heavier than stones. She could barely keep her eyes open. She forced herself to open her mouth and mumbled, "I don't want to."

Mo Yuan carefully pulled her despite her protest and affectionately spoke, "Don't say that. You didn't eat anything last night. How about you sleep after eating, hmm?"

"Ow…" Han Luo frowned in pain and circled her arms around his neck. She put her head on the crook of his neck and wouldn't budge anymore.