These days, Xia Yuxun had been uncharacteristically well-behaved. She would get up at five in the morning to go for a run, then review vocabulary afterwards, voraciously read books during the day, and obediently go on arranged dates in the evening, earnestly reporting back to Xia Molin afterwards.
One lunchtime.
Xia Molin stared at Xia Yuxun for a long time.
Is this really his Yuxun?
To tell the truth, her sudden turn to domesticity did not put him at ease; instead, it made his heart flutter with unease.
"How is it going? Met anyone suitable?" Xia Molin asked casually.
Xia Yuxun served Xia Molin a chopstick full of food and replied, "There's one who seems pretty good. We're still talking, getting to know each other as friends for now..."
