He Hanchuan hummed softly, his gaze sweeping over her pale face and chapped lips, a faint crease appearing between his brows. “It’s almost one. Did you wake up hungry?” Xiang Yu shot He Hanchuan a venomous glare before walking over to Xiang Wan with two bags of takeout. “It’s all your favorites. A bit cold now, but have a bite to tide you over. I’ll order you something hot.” Zhao Yu smiled. “They