The phrase "a feast for the eyes" floated into Sheng Jianan's mind, and the man's thin lips curled into a smile.
Tang Yanqi prepared two bowls of noodles, turned around, and saw Sheng Jianan standing not far away, lazily leaning against the wall, arms crossed, legs crossed, with a slightly mischievous smile on his brows as he looked at her.
Tang Yanqi's face turned slightly red, pretending to be calm as she spoke, "You're awake? I made noodles, want some?"
Sheng Jianan's gaze circled the two bowls of noodles she had prepared, and the mischievous smile in his eyes deepened.
Tang Yanqi's face reddened again from his smile, and she felt quite embarrassed. She had clearly prepared two bowls, obviously for him and herself, yet she still asked like that.
She lowered her head, placed the noodles on the table, and did not look at Sheng Jianan, lowering her head to eat by herself.
