Mu Jin Huan's dark eyes were warm and cool as he placed the towel on the woman's small face, casually ruffling it, "It's all because you love to stir up trouble."
Her vision was blocked, concealing the faint heat that was quietly rising at the base of her ears. Her eyes drooped slightly, and she pressed her lips, "Lu Li, he..."
"Hungry, let's eat."
Nan Wan's words were interrupted by the man after just three words.
The voice was warm and deep, no different from usual, as if it didn't matter much.
Footsteps retreated, and Nan Wan slowly pulled down the towel from her head. When she turned around, Mu Jin Huan was already sitting in the dining room, eating noodles.
Whether it was in a luxuriously decorated Western restaurant or in her extremely ordinary apartment, whether the dish was top-grade steak or simple egg and shredded meat noodles, in his eyes, it seemed to make no difference.
A young master of a noble family, with inherent dignity and elegance.
