The atmosphere in the room became exceedingly ambiguous after Xi Zheng spoke those words. He coughed so much that his face gained a shade of red and he still had a smile on his lips.
An Chuyu made the excuse of going into the kitchen to boil water to avoid his gaze.
Turning her back, she let out a silent long breath, inwardly cursing that he must be insane for always saying things that stirred emotions.
She didn't want to pay him any attention, but his gaze was too direct to ignore.
An Chuyu boiled a kettle of water and carried it out, only to see Xi Zheng wearing just a sweater, hands clasped behind his back, pacing around her living room like a leader inspecting his territory. After admiring the mural on the wall, his gaze shifted to the roses in the vase, the tightly packed blossoms blooming in full glory.
After looking intently for two seconds, Xi Zheng pursed his lips into a smile, and his fingers toyed with the petals, causing droplets of water on them to fall.