Or perhaps they're talking about business.
Ji Junxue didn't understand what they were discussing, not saying a word to Jing Che, sitting there feeling like an extra person.
He felt especially uncomfortable and naturally had no appetite.
Throughout the meal, Ji Junxue said almost nothing.
Even if he did speak, it was because Jing Che talked to him, and he just responded with simple words like 'oh', 'um', 'okay'.
The meal ended.
Ji Junxue finally got a chance to be alone with Jing Che in the room.
Without outsiders around, Ji Junxue didn't feel as stiff or rigid as before.
He lazily leaned on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, taking a rest.
Jing Che took off his jacket, tossed it on the back of the sofa, and walked behind Ji Junxue's sofa, gazing down at him.
He chuckled softly, "Tired?"
"This kind of place is really uncomfortable! A nest of gold and silver is not as good as my own humble home."
