"Yo, what wind blew you here?" Lu Chenyuan lowered his head to organize the documents on the desk. Lin Yan paused her actions upon entering, raising her eyes to look at him.
"A whirlwind of love." Lin Yan waved a bag in front of Lu Chenyuan with two fingers, "Beef pancakes I packed for you, still warm."
Lu Chenyuan's expression was very calm. Lin Yan noticed from his briefly furrowed eyebrows that the Eldest Young Master was picky again.
Lu Chenyuan doesn't eat greasy food, and these pancakes count as greasy to him.
Lin Yan always felt that Lu Chenyuan was a person who led a too monotonous life, eating tasteless food. He might as well not eat.
"How should I compensate for Miss Lin's lovely afternoon tea?"
Lin Yan rested her hand on the desk's edge, her body leaning very low, her waist bending deeply, just so Lu Chenyuan's gaze could meet her neckline.
"Why this posture, covered so tightly, nothing can be seen."
