The hand holding the cigarette rested on the knee.
He suddenly looked up and fixated on the window where Lu Zhenzhen was.
The streetlight cast a long shadow of his figure, and his facial features were shrouded in a layer of pale golden halo. Just one glance, and Lu Zhenzhen felt a shiver involuntarily, tightening her grasp on the curtain.
She pressed her lips firmly together and pulled the curtain shut.
Out of sight, out of mind!
The next day, Nan Jiaojiao got up early. It wasn't out of goodwill to make breakfast for someone; it was purely because this place was too far from the company, she hadn't brought her car, and couldn't expect Lu Zhenzhen to give her a ride—perhaps she hadn't even woken up yet.
However, as she opened the door, she unexpectedly smelled porridge.
Lu Zhenzhen was already at the dining table with a bowl of porridge in front of her.
Nan Jiaojiao rubbed her eyes, "Why are you awake?"
Lu Zhenzhen looked up, "Why can't I be awake?"
