The young man was about to knock on the door when he suddenly caught sight of a familiar pair of leather shoes on the carpet.
His hand paused mid-air, and a flash of realization crossed his eyes.
Understood.
I won't disturb you guys.
As a thoughtful little brother, Lu Yanyu specially went to the kitchen, rummaged through the fridge, and made two breakfasts, placing them on the table before leaving.
The sun climbed above the treetops, the brilliant sunlight pouring down, hitting the floor of the room.
The woman on the bed tried to turn over but couldn't move; she hummed softly twice, her eyebrows furrowing, as she slowly opened her eyes.
Her bleary eyes first flickered with confusion, then her consciousness gradually returned.
As she looked up, the man's sharply contoured face came into view.
He had already changed into a shirt, an expression of languid ease between his brows, his pitch-black eyes deep and unfathomable, staring straight at her.
"What time is it?"
