It was spring. The sunlight shone through the bright glass window and landed on the man sitting by the window…
He looked like he came from an ancient painting, with cinnabar touching the edges, looking elegant and unrestrained. He raised his arm to drink the bubble tea. His sleeve pressed against his arm, and the outline of his muscles was vaguely visible.
He looked casual and a little sexy.
Soon, the sweet smell of bread wafted from the kitchen.
"I'm sorry. Please wait a moment. It'll be ready soon." The back kitchen was semi-open, so people could clearly see what was being done inside. She was stirring flour and baking powder with a spatula, her actions familiar.
Jing Hanchuan wasn't in a hurry. He had just invited Duan Linbai over.
He seemed to have something to ask him for help with, but he was too lazy to change places, so they decided to meet here.
