"Morning!"
Shen Zhaozhao yawned as she came downstairs and saw Sheng Chuyi sitting on the living room sofa, reading a book.
The young man was dressed in a white tracksuit, with a slender and tall figure. Sunlight sprinkled on him, the serenity of his profile akin to that of a painting.
Upon hearing her, he lifted his head and glanced at her, saying, "It's not early anymore!"
Shen Zhaozhao pretended not to hear.
She had no intention of getting up early out of embarrassment.
Her gaze fell on the dining table nearby, where she saw breakfast laid out. Shen Zhaozhao's eyes lit up, and she walked over, asking, "Did you make these?"
"Hmm," Sheng Chuyi returned his gaze to his book and continued reading.
"Are they for me?"
Shen Zhaozhao felt relieved. The spread looked good—it seemed she wouldn't have to worry about meals in the future.