I remembered how, in my previous life, I’d brought Xiao Yuchen breakfast every day. He’d always belittle me first, then take the breakfast with disgust and devour it greedily.

Back then, I’d thought he was just a stubborn, tsundere guy. I’d watched him eat with a silly smile, then eagerly bring him different breakfasts the next day, never getting tired of it.

Unsurprisingly, he’d finish the breakfast with disdain, and I’d keep bringing it—an endless cycle.

He’d always acted so superior, enjoying my devotion while looking down on me.

What a hypocrite! Ugh!

Xiao Yuchen, still standing there dumbfounded, probably felt humiliated. His face turned ugly as he said to me:

"Song Wanning, what do you mean by this?"

I shot him a cold glance.

"What? Are you here begging for food? Begging so confidently—didn’t your mom teach you to be polite?"

Xiao Yuchen’s face turned bright red, whether from anger or embarrassment, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

"Song Wanning, you actually... you dare to..."

He was clearly so angry he couldn’t speak coherently.

Watching him squirm, I felt a surge of joy.

Until a cool male voice came from behind me:

"Thanks for the breakfast. It’s delicious."

That’s when I noticed—the boy sitting behind me,

it was him!