"Hmm."
After exchanging a few casual lines of dialogue, the man stared at her with an indifferent expression as he got into bed. He stretched out his long arms, pulling her into his embrace, and began staring at her again. Tenderness ebbed from his eyes in waves, his face, sculpted as if by a divine craftsman, bore an ambiguous meaning, and the well-defined corners of his mouth sported an irresistibly charming smile.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, tell me, what did you do today?"
Looking into his penetrating eyes, Zhan Se was momentarily dumbfounded and shook her head.
"Nothing much, just went out with Sun Qing and had coffee with Ai Lun."
"Hmm, it's good to go out and about when there's nothing else to do."
Zhan Se's eyebrows jumped in shock, not believing what she heard, and she turned her head to look at him.
"Go away! I don't feel like talking about this with you!"
Yet, the topic sounded as natural coming from his mouth as if they were a married couple of many years.
"Zhan Xiaoyao..."
