Lin Feng ordered two baskets of dumplings and two bowls of soy milk, sharing them with Meng Ji. They began to eat slowly, but his eyes were watching the movements of people on the street.
Meng Ji wasn't interested in these foods at all. After reaching the Divine Martial Realm, one could go a month without eating or drinking and still not die. Her gaze was entirely fixed on Lin Feng at this moment.
Lin Feng's peripheral vision caught Meng Ji staring at him, which made him uncomfortable. He hadn't expected to feel uneasy being watched by a beautiful woman; if other men knew his thoughts, they'd be driven mad with frustration.
"Is Meng Ji your real name?" Lin Feng casually brought up a topic.
"You could say it is, or isn't. Meng Ji is my nickname; you can call me Chen Zixuan, though I rarely use that name. Most people call me the Young Miss. But you can call me Xuan'Er," Meng Ji said, her eyes filled with infinite gentleness.
