By the time Jiang Siyan had finished washing up, Jiang Jiu was already seated by the dining table.
Jiang Siyan appeared to have taken a quick shower, his body still had some damp spots, and his wet bangs fell forward, a bit long, covering the tips of his eyebrows.
With each movement he made while eating noodles, the muscles on his arms rippled, exuding the charm of a mature man.
Jiang Jiu bowed her head, silently eating her noodles, thinking to herself that her heartbeat needed to quiet down or else Jiang Siyan would hear it.
Jiang Siyan glanced at her, "Jiujiu."
Jiang Jiu abruptly looked up, "What is it?"
Jiang Siyan was amused by her reaction, "Why are you so jumpy? I was just saying if it's hot, we can turn on the air conditioner, because your face is very red."
Jiang Jiu immediately shook her head, "It's not, not hot."
