She turned around to pour water, and Shen Juncheng sat at the table.
Being closer, the view became clearer.
Shen Juncheng's old face flushed, and he awkwardly said, "…Pour me a cup too."
Su An'an responded softly, poured a cup, and handed it over.
Thinking he couldn't see, she directly delivered it to his hand, and when she pulled back, her fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of Shen Juncheng's hand.
She didn't think anything of it, but Shen Juncheng's brow jumped.
Raising his eyes, the scene before him almost made his blood surge.
He quickly closed his eyes and drank the water in one go.
Su An'an noticed he drank rather fast, thinking he was very thirsty, so she poured him another glass.
She had eaten something salty earlier, so she poured herself another glass of water. Just as she lifted it, before taking a sip, she suddenly felt a breeze, the candlelight went out, and the room plunged into darkness.
Su An'an was surprised, was the window not shut tight?
