She felt his gaze meet hers.
Che Huan quickly looked away, her heartbeat missing a beat.
Che Huan closed her eyes, feeling his strength, as though something in her heart was crumbling away at the fastest pace.
She didn't know how long had passed when suddenly the doorbell rang.
Huo Jinnan looked at Che Huan, raised his hand, and gently rubbed her cheek with his fingertip before getting out of bed.
Soon, he brought breakfast over, placing it on the bedside table, "Go wash up."
Che Huan's face was blushing, she bit her lip, slipped out of the blankets, put on her slippers, and quickly entered the bathroom.
Standing there for a while, she then leaned over to fill the cup with water.
Suddenly, there was a solid chest behind her.
She looked up, and there was someone behind her.
Huo Jinnan's chin rested on the top of Che Huan's head as he spoke in a deep and mesmerizing voice, "A bit slow."
Che Huan said nothing, just staring blankly at him in the mirror.
