"I could kill you right now. Guess what I'd like to drink?"
Standing in the living room and looking around, Yan Xiaye realized that this residence must hold special meaning for Yan Shuirou. The cozy, rustic style filled the homey atmosphere, and although it couldn't compare to the antique luxury of the Li Family mansion, it was clean and comfortable everywhere, very much in line with Yan Shuirou's double-faced bitch personality.
Yan Shuirou smiled faintly, pretending she hadn't heard anything.
She went to the kitchen on her own accord to get some black tea. Taking out a kitchen knife that glinted coldly, she sat on the sofa peeling an apple. Accidentally noticing her own clothes, she quickly set down the knife, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and said with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you who had come. I thought it was... I'll go change right now."
