"Awake?"
Feng Ziheng walked out of the kitchen.
"Mhm."
Upon seeing him, Chu Liangxia unconsciously took a step back and replied softly.
"Chuchu." Feng Ziheng suddenly called her in a low voice.
"Huh?"
Chu Liangxia was a bit startled, her eyelids twitched.
"Put on your slippers properly, come over to eat." Feng Ziheng said, untying his apron.
Glancing down at her own feet, Chu Liangxia suddenly realized, "Okay."
Having said that, she turned and entered her room.
After finding her slippers and putting them on, Chu Liangxia came back to the living room.
Feng Ziheng was serving dishes, she felt a bit embarrassed and took a bowl to serve herself some rice.
Passing by Feng Ziheng, his gaze fell upon her long, fair legs.
She wore a t-shirt and shorts, exposing her arms and thighs; her frame was petite, yet she was not skin and bones. Her long limbs were particularly eye-catching.
And yet, she was totally oblivious.
Soon, Chu Liangxia brought two bowls of rice to the table.
