"Why are you here?"
Fu Chi lifted his eyelids slightly, his voice deep yet indifferent.
Turning around to fetch a glass of water, he walked alone to the window and stared at the slender figure gradually disappearing into the distance.
A hint of a satisfied smirk played on his crimson lips.
The morning light on his side profile made him appear unusually tender.
Luo Tingfeng felt a chill crawling into his bones, he tightened his lips: "Can you not make such a disgusting face?"
The impassive and cold-hearted man all of a sudden turned into a hopeless romantic, this was something he couldn't accept.
Fu Chi took a sip of water, and with a light and casual glance at him, asked: "Can I take this as you being jealous?"
"Me, jealous of your creepy peeping-Tom smile? You haven't even won her over, what are you so pleased about?"
Luo Tingfeng strode in and sat down on the sofa.
A coldness flickered in his eyes.
Fu Chi wasn't angered. He turned around and sat down.
