Shen Juncheng only raised his hand, and she perceptively placed the cup beside his hand.
Shen Juncheng took it naturally, and because he couldn't see, his fingertip inadvertently touched Su An'an's.
Su An'an instantly raised her eyes, just feeling that his fingertip was so cold...
Like an icy snake suddenly touches you, startling her to retract her fingertips, uneasily clenching her hands in her sleeves.
Shen Juncheng glanced at her and elegantly took a sip of tea.
The tea was already cold, but he didn't mind, casually saying, "In the future, you don't have to be so reserved at Shen Manor. Besides my place that you should visit less, you can wander anywhere else."
Su An'an obediently replied, "Yes, husband."
Her gaze inquisitively lingered on him.
