Meng Xi'er sat at the dining table, pretending to be eating while holding a bowl in her hand, but she couldn't help peeking ahead.
Lu Yebai sat in front of her, with a blank face and casual posture, yet the scars on his face were unmistakably noticeable.
As Meng Xi'er bit her chopsticks, she couldn't help rubbing her hands together, wondering where the scars on his face came from. Surely it wasn't her... It couldn't be her, how could it possibly be her.
To her frustration, she was trying to remember how she got home last night, but her memory was a blur because of the too much alcohol she had consumed, no matter how hard she tried.
Her gaze stealthily drifted back to Lu Yebai's face, and she couldn't help but assume that the scratches on the man's cheeks looked like they were made by a woman...
She retracted her claws, and silently drew back her gaze.
Lu Yebai put down his chopsticks, stood up, and Meng Xi'er was startled. He then said to her, "I'm going to work."
