Wen Jing squinted at the person across the table.
Zhou Sicheng, seeing her like that, knew she must have lost her contact lens, so he got up and walked over to her.
He arrived in front of Wen Jing, took off his glasses, and put them directly on her.
Wen Jing's vision suddenly cleared a bit, and she looked at Zhou Sicheng in front of her, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
Zhou Sicheng said, "Although my myopia isn't as severe as yours, it's still clearer for you to see with these on."
Did he mean he wanted to lend her his glasses? Wen Jing asked, "What about you?"
Zhou Sicheng shrugged, "My myopia isn't as severe as yours, and besides, I don't like to wander around. I'll just sit there and eat. Could I possibly shove the food up my nose?"
He said, laughing.
Most of the time he wore glasses, so without them in front of Yan Zao, his slim eyes revealed a somewhat devilish charm when he laughed.
Quite attractive.
