This WeChat message, Nan Xi didn't dare to reply, nor did she dare to ask him why?
She feared receiving the same answer she had heard countless times before.
Moreover, there are many types of kisses from a man, with pity, impulse, or lust...
She dared not expect anything anymore, nor dared to harbor any unrealistic fantasies.
That night, both of them went to bed very late.
The next day, when Nan Xi got up, Lu Jianshen had already risen from the sofa and was busy in the kitchen.
Wafts of delicious scent drifted out.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Nan Xi went to open the door.
When she saw Zhou Xiannan standing outside, she was taken aback for a moment before regaining her composure, "Xiannan, you? Why are you here?"
"I saw that you were living here alone with a sprained foot; it might not be very convenient for you. I thought I'd bring you some breakfast and take you to the hospital."
Zhou Xiannan answered very matter-of-factly.
