So, when he heard what Zhu Qianying was saying, he found it very interesting and fresh. His hands and mouth kept moving, but his eyes were wide open, tasting the delicious noodles he considered a worldly delicacy while seriously listening to Zhu Qianying's articulate talk.
Zhu Qianying initially sat down because he was a guest and she felt embarrassed to leave him alone in the living room.
But as they talked, she found herself slipping into the memory of that cheerful and relaxed atmosphere, soon forgetting the awkwardness between them at that moment.
She then observed that whenever she reached a funny part of her story, this Eldest Young Master who she thought was strange and unpredictable, would widen his eyes in surprise, his pupils dark and shiny.
And when she got to tense parts, his beautiful eyebrows would furrow, inadvertently revealing his inner anxiety.
His little movements reminded her of her precious son.
