Suddenly, she remembered the first night she returned to the country when she jumped out of the bathtub.
Fu Yanye shifted his body slightly, unable to control his emotions, and his sexy Adam's apple moved slightly.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, "What's wrong? Is your throat uncomfortable?"
"No! You go ahead and make breakfast!"
Fu Yanye turned away, not making eye contact with her.
"Okay!"
Zhuo Jian agreed and got to work.
The porridge needed more time. Once everything was ready, she turned around and saw him still beside her, seemingly lost in thought and staring at her. Zhuo Jian wondered if he was worried she might poison him, but reason prevailed, and she chose to say less, looking down at her feet.
Fu Yanye followed her gaze and realized she was wearing high heels in his house.
However, he found that he didn't dislike it; rather, he thought her shoes seemed well-worn and looked at her, unable to help himself, "Is this the only pair of shoes you have?"
