It was as if something possessed her, Liang Weining's ordinarily stable mental state suddenly snapped as if a string in her brain broke with a loud pang.
Her small face instantly flushed red.
As the towel stopped, Chen Jingyuan slowly looked up.
His gaze calmly settled on her face, watching the crimson color spread subtly and silently across her cheeks, even reaching her ears and spreading to her fair neck.
Unintentionally, he had opened the floodgates of the girl's memory.
The flood poured out, beyond control.
He chuckled softly.
The sound, filled with tenderness and indulgence, devoid of any unnecessary emotion, was enough to successfully bring Liang Weining's thoughts back.
She focused and held her breath, forcing herself to return to reality.
Looking down, she mumbled to change the subject, "Shang An said that the coffee recently hasn't been to your liking. I came up specifically to ask about it."
"Just for the coffee?"
