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Lying down for the whole day, there was no reason not to be hungry.

Even if Olivia Taylor's brain didn't want to eat, the empty feeling in her stomach was uncomfortable, and her stomach had already curled inward, with some spasms.

Olivia Taylor's sensitive nerves hadn't detected any danger, so she slowly moved off the bed and reluctantly walked outside.

Her guest room was a bit remote. Olivia Taylor wandered around for a bit before finding Renard Quinn.

Renard Quinn sat at the dining table with a few western-style dishes displayed. When he saw Olivia Taylor coming out, he called out, "Hey girl, want to eat something?"

Olivia Taylor held her stomach and walked over, complaining softly, "I'm not a little girl anymore."

Renard Quinn had sharp ears and heard Olivia Taylor's complaint. He laughed and said, "I don't even know what to call you; I just thought you looked young. If you don't like it, I won't call you that."