Song Fengwan thought about how her mother was about to visit her. She was in a good mood and slept well.
The next morning, she woke up as usual and sat at the dining table to eat breakfast.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Chen coming down the stairs. It was rare for him to change into a long shirt. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. The buttons on his collar were undone twice, revealing a fair neck, making him look elegant and proud.
His fingers casually rolled up his sleeves, and his expression was lazy.
Their eyes met briefly. He quickly looked away and turned to Mr. Nian. "What's for breakfast?"
"Steamed dumplings and millet porridge."
Song Fengwan lowered her head and ate. She felt that when he passed by her, there seemed to be a wind carrying his scent.
She suddenly remembered how his clothes were half-open last night.
Her heart skipped a beat.
