"Just got back?"
A cool voice, tinged with a hint of chill, attacked from behind.
Fingers trembling slightly, she mistyped the last digit.
Chu Liangxia withdrew her hand and looked toward the opposite door.
Feng Ziheng stood without a cane, backlit, the hazy halo enveloping him, fringed with fuzziness around his figure.
He wore a white shirt and casual pants, tall and handsome, looking distinguished and refined.
Chu Liangxia subconsciously glanced at her own somewhat disheveled appearance.
"Hmm."
It took a moment for Chu Liangxia to remember to respond.
"Have you eaten?" Feng Ziheng continued to ask, still standing in the same place.
"No." Chu Liangxia answered honestly.
"Go take a shower, then come over for food."
"Oh."
Patting her belly, Chu Liangxia didn't refuse.
She turned around, re-entered the password, then pulled open the door and went inside.
