Mo Shangjun: "..."
She watched as he filled the cup with nearly half hot water, Mo Shangjun's brows twitched fiercely.
In such blistering summer heat, how could one not drink cold water and still call it summer!
Without a word, Lang Yan had already picked up the cup and walked over, placing it on the table and looking at her expectantly.
With a chill glance at him, Mo Shangjun reached for the cup and took a small sip.
— The rest, she would wait until it cooled down before drinking.
It seemed he saw through her thoughts, and Lang Yan sighed in disappointment.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
The door was knocked on.
They exchanged glances, simultaneously shifting their thoughts away from the question of whether the water was hot or cold.
Raising their eyes, they both looked toward the door.
The door wasn't closed, half ajar, and through that gap, the figure standing outside was clearly visible.
