Lu Huai'an's eyes changed silently.
Lu Xi felt as if the man's gaze had already penetrated her body and the shopping bag, directly seeing the contents inside. She had an ominous premonition.
Jiang Muzhou, you will be the death of me!!!
When she thought Lu Huai'an would come directly, she heard him say, "Wash slowly, don't use cold water."
What kind of person is Lu Huai'an?
Which time has she lied without being seen through?
Although happiness came in a bizarre way, it left her without much time to think, and she sighed with relief, obediently replying, "…Oh, oh, I got it."
The door closed.
Lu Huai'an's gaze fell on some corner of the wooden floor, his long fingers slowly turning the phone, the sunset glow spilling in from the window at the end of the corridor, its farthest reach at his feet.
In contrast with the bright light, the surroundings were much darker; he was in the darkest corner.
