The hot water was scalding as she steeped a pot of fresh tea.
Shen Han sat on the sofa, his eyes flickering slightly as he watched her place the teacup down and then deliberately choose a seat a bit farther away from him.
"Afraid I'll eat you?" Shen Han asked.
"No, I'm just used to sitting here."
Shen Han was noncommittal, took a sip of tea, and looked around her small apartment—a tidy two-bedroom and one-living-room layout of ninety square meters. The complex seemed old from the outside, but inside it was clean and comfortable, much like her—quiet and easy to be around.
However, Su Shu had been giving him a bit of a headache lately.
"Haven't had dinner yet?"
Su Shu nodded, thinking to herself, isn't that a silly question? Can't you see the soup still cooking in the kitchen? Can't you smell the aroma filling the house?
Shen Han's indifferent gaze subtly swept toward the firmly closed bedroom door, and Su Shu, with her keen eyes, noticed.
"Xiao'ai is still asleep."