Back then, many people pursued her, the gifts they gave her were diverse and plentiful, but she only remembered the freshly squeezed orange juice.
Only, that boy was a bit on the ugly side, she just couldn't bring herself to like him, so after many sips of his juice, she let it end as it was.
"A glass of orange juice, a cup of coffee," Si Mo pressed the intercom and instructed, then returned to his seat on the sofa.
Xia Yiwan was afraid he would start over again, so she quickly shifted away, "You should go work, don't put off work because of me."
Si Mo reached out to hold her, "I've been working all day, let me rest a bit."
With her by his side, he had no interest in doing anything else.
Seeing that he had no ulterior motives, Xia Yiwan obediently leaned over to him.
There was a sweet scent drifting in the air, the two of them quietly savoring the tranquillity of this moment.
"Why didn't you explain back then?" Xia Yiwan broke the silence after a while.
