บท 145: 142: (SM) Dinner; are you on the menu?

[Good morning.]

Lin FenXiang's phone made a sound, heralding the text sent by Yan Hansheng. Swiftly, the painter sat on the floor, breathing deeply as he wiped the sweat trickling down his face.

Sitting across from him, the instructor raised an eyebrow and asked, observing Lin FenXiang's expression.

“What's the matter? You rarely receive messages this early in the morning.“

Lin FenXiang's thumb hovered on the keyboard as he suppressed the smile threatening to spill on his lips as he replied.

“It's someone.“

“Who, your family?“ Asked the instructor, feeling quite curious.

Lin FenXiang shook his head, wiped his forehead with the towel and answered, in a low voice. “My lover.“

“Ah, your lover.“ The instructor nodded, getting up from the floor. “Youth... When I was your age, I had already gotten married.“

Lin FenXiang pursed his lips, staring down at his phone as he replied to Yan Hansheng's text. [Good morning, sweetheart. You are awake so early?]