Sheng Xian didn't come towards the sofa, but went to the kitchen instead.
Lu Jingyan secretly sighed with relief and couldn't help but quietly scorn himself in his heart.
Why was he acting like a hooligan, conjuring up so many unclean scenarios in his mind?
But it had to be said, just having showered, with her head slightly bowed, flipping her half-dry hair, Sheng Xian truly broke all the rules.
Lu Jingyan had only hastily glanced at her twice, yet the image was deeply etched in his mind, replaying it fully in his thoughts at this moment.
He felt his mouth a little dry, and also a bit warm, so he couldn't help but lift his hand to fan beside his face.
Before long, Sheng Xian came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of sliced fruit.
It wasn't until he walked over that Lu Jingyan hurriedly lowered her hand.
Sheng Xian bent down to place the fruit in front of her, handing her a delicate silver fork, "Hot?"
