Leng Zhiyuan heard what he said and raised her head up again. The moment she did so, she looked into Zhou Yao's bright sparkling dark eyes. He'd just taken a shower. He was wearing a black shirt and a pair of black trousers. His short hair was a little wet, and his figure was tall and elegant. He just shaved his moustache, and all of his features looked handsome and extraordinary.
He was looking at her gently. She did not know how long he had been looking at her for. There was love and gentleness at the bottom of his gaze.
He made others' hearts go soft.
Leng Zhiyuan glanced at him and averted her gaze.
Madam Zhou noticed the atmosphere between them. She quickly sat up, then she gave Zhou Yao a look and said, "Zhou Yao, you came at the right time. Mum has to go and buy groceries to boil soup for lunch. Come over and feed Zhiyuan porridge."
"Yeah, okay." Zhou Yao stepped forward and took the bowl.
