In the pitch-black night.
The man trapped himself in his arms, Fu Nian felt herself held tightly by the man, pursed her lips, and said nothing more.
Hmm, truly believe Jing Luo would have gone for myself.
After all, a lone man and woman, the pitch-black night, it surely seems like a time and place for mischief.
...
Seeing Fu Nian obediently stop talking, Jing Luo's expression softened a little.
"Have you eaten?"
Fu Nian shook her head, then replied, "I've been dealing with things just now."
"Hmm."
Jing Luo nodded, then said, "Then I'll go downstairs with you to eat."
"No way... I'm not foolish, walking down thirty floors, it's so tiring."
In truth, the woman is indeed lazy.
Compared to the exhausting walk up and down the stairs, skipping a meal occasionally doesn't matter.
Jing Luo: "..."
Listening to Fu Nian's slightly childish words, Jing Luo's thin lips couldn't help but twitch, showing a hint of smile, he raised his hand to pinch Fu Nian's cheek.
