"Alright."
Feng Jiu Mei curled his lips into a smile, staring at her intently for a few seconds before turning around.
His figure was tall and straight, even just from his back one could imagine that extraordinarily handsome face sculpted by the gods.
Without waiting for Feng Jiu Mei to bring over the juice, Shen Cheng walked towards the kitchen.
Wen Wan was busy in the kitchen, sunlight streaming through the window and bathing her in a radiant glow, as if she were coated in a dazzling sheen.
Shen Cheng leaned against the door, quietly watching her.
Beautiful.
That was her sole impression.
After quite a while, Wen Wan noticed someone at the doorway. She turned her head to see Shen Cheng, her eyebrows knitting together, "When did you get here?"
Shen Cheng hooked her lips into a smile, "For over ten minutes now."
Wen Wan's frown deepened, "You've been here so long, why didn't you call me?"
