“I’m all right. Not hungry yet,” Xie Lian replied. San Lang pushed the bun back. “Then I’m all right too.” Xie Lian looked at him, then split the bun in half and gave him half. “You can have half, and I’ll have the other half.” Seeing this, San Lang accepted the steamed bun and started munching. Watching him sit and eat a simple bun obediently, Xie Lian felt like he was abusing the boy.
