Huo Heng went to the kitchen to cook.
Xia Cha was chased out by him.
But she did not go far. Instead, she leaned against the kitchen door and looked at the man who was busy inside through the glass door.
This pampered young master actually knew how to cook.
It was unbelievable!
After dinner, Huo Heng did not offer to send Xia Cha back to the apartment, so Xia Cha sat on the sofa and watched TV.
Huo Heng had taken a bath and was wearing a long white t-shirt. His black hair covered his forehead softly, his facial features young and handsome.
He sat beside Xia Cha, who looked at him from the corner of her eye.
She realized that he was slightly different from when he went in to take a bath.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Xia Cha sat up and poked his firm and thin chin. "You shaved?"
Huo Heng nodded.
"Do you have to shave at night too? Aren't you supposed to shave in the morning?"