"You can't have forgotten about it already." Xia Shiyu looked at Jiang Chen with skepticism.
"No way," Jiang Chen scratched the back of his head and stepped aside, "come in."
He poured two cups of water. When he went into the bedroom, he found Xia Shiyu sitting where Ayesha previously sat.
"Have some water."
"Mhmm, thanks." Xia Shiyu accepted the cup in Jiang Chen's hand and put her hands around it to gain some warmth.
The December in Shangjin was the middle of the frigid winter. Although there was sufficient heating in the room, she still felt chilly just coming in from outside. Jiang Chen looked around. When he saw there was no other place to sit, he sat beside her.
But just as he sat down, the unnatural feeling crept into his mind. Because he was too close, he could even sense his beating heart.
