Lu Li originally fell face-down onto the sofa. Hearing her words, he turned himself over, found a comfortable position, and smiled, "Probably not just that."
Nan Wan looked at the familiar yet seemingly distant handsome face and also smiled, but just faintly.
So, I gave all my youth to you.
A few seconds later, she moved her gaze away, took the baseball cap off his head, got up, and placed a pillow under his head, then went to turn on the heater.
Because it hadn't been ventilated for a long time, there was a bit of a damp smell in the house, mixed with the scent of alcohol from Lu Li, making it somewhat stuffy. Nan Wan pushed the window open halfway to let the air circulate.
After finding a paper cup, she remembered that the water in the dispenser was also undrinkable and walked into the kitchen to boil water.
Lu Li half-sat and half-leaned on the sofa, not knowing when the smile faded from his face, his gaze always following Nan Wan's figure.
