Chi Gui leaned on the washbasin, his head slightly bowed, mist filled the air, and the reflection in the mirror was blurred.
Chi Gui slowly exhaled, scooped up some water to wash his face.
He raised his hand to wipe the mirror.
In the mirror appeared the young man's face, slightly tinged with red after being enveloped by the mist.
The young man lightly pursed his bright lips, his eyes slightly curved, revealing a handsome smile.
But in an instant, the smile disappeared, his eyes in the mirror sharp and piercing, like an unsheathed sword.
A moment later, he lowered his gaze, and his hands, which were leaning on the washbasin, gradually clenched into fists.
Chi Gui, you have to work hard.
Chi Gui left the bathroom; Chuzheng had already ordered takeout and was doing homework while waiting for him.
Chi Gui kissed her from behind, "Baby, I'm sorry."
Chuzheng turned her head slightly, confused: "Hm?"
