Zhao Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes darted about anxiously.
"I came to buy some things."
She casually looked toward the shelf beside her, and the next second, her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.
This was a row of men's underwear for sale!
Lu Binghao noticed as well and laughed, his mouth almost splitting to his ears.
He bent down close to her, amusement shining in his dark eyes, "For me?"
On the way back to Lanshan District, the two of them didn't talk much, but both were clear about those budding feelings, vague and indistinct, only a thin layer of tissue paper away from being punctured.
After lunch, Zhao Xiaoyue went back to her room without saying a word.
And Lu Binghao stared at the door of her bedroom for quite some time before finally, and reluctantly, going to the study.
A breeze wafted through the gauze window, dissipating the stuffiness in the room.