She dawdled for a long time before she finally finished getting ready, and after a satisfied glance in the mirror, she made her way downstairs.
Shen Chi was already seated on the sofa, working, with a laptop on his thighs, his face wearing an expression of seriousness and focus.
"Workaholic," Xu Chaomu muttered discontentedly, walking to the table to pour herself a glass of plum juice.
She shook the glass in front of him, "Want some?"
Shen Chi glanced at her, childish.
He continued to work, and Xu Chaomu pouted, shaking her glass again, "Why aren't you talking to me?"
Shen Chi turned his head, a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, "Feed me, and I'll drink."
"..." Xu Chaomu gave him a glare, "Forget it if you don't want it."
He didn't like sour tastes, she knew that, she was doing it on purpose.
