"I won't be able to come home until later today, you should go to bed early."
The gentleness in Lan Xiu's voice was unmistakable. He rarely showed it to outsiders, "Don't forget to drink the milk."
"Hmm, I know. I promise, I won't drink alcohol."
At that moment, Lan Xiu noticed Duan Jingwen who had come up to him. He lazily lifted his long lashes to glance sideways at him.
From his gaze, Duan Jingwen detected his provocative intent. His eyes darkened, but the corners of his smiling lips, appeared even gentler.
"Some blind people have arrived, I have to hang up." Lan Xiu's lips curled slightly, "Goodbye."
The second after he ended the call, his previous tenderness vanished, replaced by a chilling frostiness in his eyes.
"Ha, what's wrong with you, Great Master Duan? Are you lost in my gaze so much that you can't move?"
Duan Jingwen, unperturbed, laughed, "I just admire how Young Master Lan has the leisure to woo a woman. Such a great mentality."