Fu Han's attractive eyebrows knitted together slightly. "Su Cheng, are you spacing out?"
"Ah, no, not at all." Su Cheng's face flushed entirely red in his haste, but it was only as he spoke that he realized some unidentified liquid had trickled from his mouth.
Fu Han obviously saw the drool on Su Cheng's face too. She guessed the reason for Su Cheng's salivation. Her mood was as calm as a lake without a ripple when there is no wind, utterly undisturbed.
Her gaze swept calmly across Su Cheng's face. "It's getting late; let's head out early."
Initially, Su Cheng had worried that Fu Han might tease him for his embarrassing behavior, but since Fu Han truly said nothing further, he felt a sense of loss.
He stood up quietly and followed behind Fu Han, saying, "I've already started the car; rest assured, we'll arrive quickly."
"Thank you. You always think of everything," Fu Han's reply was very polite, yet there was an undercurrent of distance in it, tempered with kindness.
