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Ji Anning had to lift the quilt and get out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes in his pajamas, dragging lazily, and went to open the door.

"Hello, breakfast you ordered."

A woman wearing work clothes in a breakfast shop handed her a white plastic bag with both hands.

"Me?" Ji Anning suddenly awoke, but although his sleep was gone, he was at a loss.

When did she order breakfast?

Suspicious, she pointed her finger at herself, and asked the delivery elder sister uncertainly, "Are you sure it's me? Did you send the wrong room?"

Is she still dreaming before this?

The elder sister who delivered the food heard the words and looked at the door number on Ji Anning’s door uncertainly, “302 Yes, you’re Miss Ji, right?”

Ji Anning nodded, "Yes, it's me."

"That's right, please sign for the breakfast you ordered."

The takeaway elder sister put her hand out in front of Ji Anning again, and Ji Anning had to reach out to pick it up.

She carried the bag in one hand, and signed the receipt with a pen in the other.

"I wish you a happy meal." The takeaway sister politely nodded to Ji Anning, and then turned and left.

Ji Anning glanced at her, and then raised the bag in her hand. The logo of "steamed flavor" is high-profile and luxurious. It is the number one breakfast brand in China. It is said that the cheapest bowl of porridge in it is over 100.

Who would order her?

Could it be...

Ji Anning had just flashed Ji Chicheng in her mind, and the mobile phone placed on the bedside made a vibrating sound. She closed the dormitory door and walked over.

Turning out the phone from under the pillow, the caller ID was the familiar series of numbers. Because she thought of him just now, she didn't respond much when she saw his number.

Biting her lip and hesitating, she still didn't have the courage to answer the call and hung up.

As usual, Ji Chicheng didn't call again and sent text messages instead.

"I ordered breakfast and ate it while it was hot."

Sure enough, he ordered it.

Ji Anning was not surprised. After reading the text message, she did not reply, locked the screen, and threw the phone back to the bed.

Carrying the bag of breakfast, she walked to her writing desk, pulled the chair and sat down, and put the bag on the table.

She didn't stretch her hand to open it, just watched.

Ji Anning, if you want to refuse, then you must refuse completely. You can't accept everything he does for you, anything.

Because some are, once they start, they can’t stop...

Without eating the breakfast Ji Chicheng had ordered for her, Ji Anning simply washed and warmed a cup of milk, nibbling on the toast she bought yesterday, and browsing today’s news with her mobile phone.

Suddenly with a "ding", a text message came, which was sent by Yang Danning.

"Have you gotten up? Do you have class in the morning? Am I going to find you in the dormitory or waiting for you at the door of your classroom?"

Ji Anning then remembered that she had been struggling with things all night, and she couldn't help but glance at the breakfast on the writing desk.

After hesitating, she opened the text message Ji Chicheng sent her just now and clicked to reply.

"Uncle, are you going to try with Dan Ning today..."

After editing half of the content in her mind, she deleted it again when she felt wrong.

But she couldn't face the scene she imagined anyway.

After much deliberation, she made a decision, "Uncle, Dan Ning asked me to accompany her to try on the wedding gown. Can you go later? I will find an excuse to go first."

(Replenish my uncle’s reply: OK, what do you have to do? Haha, what do you hope? Don’t forget to vote, good night...)