The girl stood there quietly, as delightful as a ripe peach.
At this moment, he took this peach and carried it home in his pocket.
"What would you like to drink? Juice or water?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, something he didn't even notice himself, as Mu Yanze stepped forward to open the refrigerator.
As the cold air hit him, Mu Yanze took a deep breath, and his rationality instantly returned.
The young man, dressed in an off-white loungewear, had shed the distance he usually held in front of the camera and the cold aura from the office. It was as if he had let go of all defenses the moment he returned home, exuding an indescribable ease and comfort.
Jiang Keer said softly, "Either is fine."
Mu Yanze curved his lips into a smile, took out a carton of milk, and poured it into a cup.
He warmed it in the microwave for two minutes, then handed it over, "It'll warm you up soon."
The house had been unoccupied for a long time, and it felt somewhat chilly.
