"I've already eaten, take your time." Fang Zhi tenderly watched her as he smiled.
Thinking about last night, Lin Shu's face flushed with heat and she buried her face in the bowl, not daring to look at him.
Fang Zhi looks quite good without his glasses. Because of the high prescription, when he takes off his glasses, he always seems a bit blurry and hazy when looking at others, which was quite different from his usual self.
Yesterday, he had looked at her with those harmless, soft eyes, his gaze intensifying and ever-changing.
Only when Lin Shu had finished eating her bowl of noodles, even drinking the noodle soup, did she put down her chopsticks.
Fang Zhi looked at her with a beaming smile, handed her a tissue, and then began to clear the table and the dishes.
When he came back, Fang Zhi asked her, "Are you full?"
Lin Shu licked her lips and nodded, noticing that Fang Zhi's gaze was becoming deeper and deeper.