Hearing Shen Qinghan's shout, Lin Zichen got out of bed to open the door for her.
As soon as the door opened, Shen Qinghan, dressed in a connected dress, handed the lemon tea she was holding to Lin Zichen, and smiled sweetly,
"Just took it out of the fridge, it's cool and refreshing, feels great to drink."
"Let me try."
Lin Zichen took the lemon tea, took a sip with some anticipation, savored the burst of sour and sweet on his taste buds, and couldn't help but praise, "It tastes quite good, much better than the ones sold outside for over ten bucks."
"Of course."
Shen Qinghan said somewhat proudly.
After speaking, she noticed something different about Lin Zichen's skin and asked with curiosity, "Xiao Chen, how do I feel like your skin seems to have become firmer?"
"You can tell?"
Lin Zichen felt a bit surprised, he hadn't expected Shen Qinghan to be so observant.
