Wei Anning sat on the loveseat, and Leng Youchen nudged her shoulder, "Scoot over a bit."
Wei Anning refused, nodding her chin at the empty seat across, "There's a seat over there, why squeeze with me?"
"It's warmer when we're close, move over quickly." Leng Youchen propped himself on the arm of the couch and moved over directly, leaving Wei Anning no choice but to scoot towards the window.
Once Leng Youchen sat down on the two-person sofa, it suddenly felt much narrower. He flagged down a waiter and ordered breakfast and then rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head to watch her eat.
Compared to yesterday, when she broke down crying in his arms, her mood seemed to have improved a lot today, though a light sorrow still hovered in her brows that couldn't be dismissed.
Even the best actor has a day when their facade falters, but her every move didn't seem like an act at all.