Qiao Xu hurriedly stood up from the sofa, walked over to open the door and saw Lu Moqing standing at the entrance, his expression inscrutable as he looked at her.
"You're back."
Qiao Xu asked and then made room for him to pass. She took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of him.
Lu Moqing's gaze rested on her face, trying to see something in the depths of her eyes, but after a long time, he couldn't find what he wanted to see, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
After putting on the slippers and entering, he kept staring at Qiao Xu, making her feel uneasy under his gaze.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lu Moqing took two steps forward, stood in front of her, and looked down at her from his higher vantage point. His dark pupils swirled with various unidentifiable colors, leaving Qiao Xu somewhat puzzled.
"Aren't you jealous?"
Lu Moqing asked in a deep voice.
