"Oh, you can read lips." Facing such a girl, Xia Xue felt pressured. "Can you give me some time to have a cup of coffee?"
The girl didn't refuse; she simply gazed at Xia Xue with her clear eyes. For some reason, Xia Xue suddenly regretted her impulsiveness. Although the eyes were filled with rare purity, they also carried a cold, suffocating feeling.
"Sorry, I was a bit presumptuous." Xia Xue apologized to the girl, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Lead the way." The girl left a message on the tablet accepting the invitation, which surprised Xia Xue. "Aren't we leaving?" Another question, her gaze making Xia Xue feel like the pressured party.
On the same level was a coffee shop Xia Xue frequented. Sitting inside, one could see the coffee beans being roasted through the window, and the fresh aroma was comforting.
