'Ding,'
185 Central Finance: "Goodnight Yingying"
The phone charging on the tea table lit up again.
Xu Jingxi's cigarette ash had accumulated halfway on his fingertip; he tapped the ash and couldn't be bothered to look at anything else.
Leh Ying brought over the hot clear porridge, placed it on the tea table, and handed the spoon to Xu Jingxi, "I only served a small bowl, seeing that you usually don't have a large appetite."
Xu Jingxi just 'hmm'ed, drawing puffs of smoke listlessly, playing with his phone with one hand, his gaze distant and lazy, his smoking becoming more frequent. While coughing from time to time, he smoked elegantly.
His expression was neither angry nor annoyed; in the haze of smoke, his eyes seemed blurred and unclear.
Leh Ying's heartbeat inexplicably quickened upon meeting his eyes, pounding erratically in her chest.
She felt as though Xu Jingxi didn't want to see her at all, and even found her presence bothersome.
