She stopped, slipped off her shoes without bending down, looked down at the half-eaten ice cream cone in her hand, and apparently finding its sweetness a bit nauseating, furrowed her brows and said to the man who had already stood up from the sofa, "Go get me a glass of water."
Mo Shichen didn't say a word, and as instructed, he poured her a glass of water and handed it to her.
Wen Yi didn't look at him; she took the water and tilted her head back to drink most of it, still holding the ice cream cone in her other hand.
When she finished drinking, Mo Shichen noticed the chocolate foam from the cone still lingering on the corner of her mouth...
Mo Shichen, "..."
Wen Yi could certainly sense his gaze constantly on her face, but she didn't mind. She figured the man probably found the long nights boring, doing nothing but reading or staring at her. She had gotten used to it and had developed a resistance.
