She had planned to go ice skating with Mu Liang, but looking at the wound in the palm of her hand, Qiao Xia felt extremely dismayed.
After she had washed up, just as she was about to go next door to find Mu Liang, she saw him sitting in her living room, reading the newspaper. The coffee table was steaming with hot coffee, and the dining table was set with corn juice, purple sweet potato buns, millet porridge, and pickles—all of which were steaming hot.
Upon seeing him, Qiao Xia's emotions became extremely complex, just like the first time she'd fallen for someone—her heart racing with excitement yet feeling awkward, worried that something might not be quite right, and that it might affect how her idol saw her. She even stealthily glanced back at the mirror.
Hmm, a beauty indeed, no need to worry!
