"Xingxing?"
Seeing her lost in thought, Lu Beiyuan couldn't help but call out to her.
Su Nanxing came back to her senses, feeling her earlobes burning hot.
Goodness, why did she think of that incident.
After that time, it seemed like a switch had been flipped in Lu Beiyuan.
The next evening, he came back with a bit of alcohol in him again.
At the time, Su Nanxing was still sitting on the living room sofa reading a book.
He went to take a shower, and when he spoke, only a faint aroma of red wine lingered on his breath.
He sat next to Su Nanxing, and before she could even ask him what was wrong, he moved closer to her again.
The outer sides of their thighs were nearly touching.
Then, he looked over with downcast eyes.
Upon closer inspection, there was a hint of shyness in his gaze.
Su Nanxing didn't immediately catch what he meant.
Not until Lu Beiyuan lifted his hand to support himself on the back of the sofa behind her and leaned over.
