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In the end, Feng Yize still washed the bowl before leaving.
At seven the next morning, Qinghuan received a message from Feng Yize.
[Qinghuan, open the door!]
"Qinghuan, good morning."
At the front door, Feng Yize greeted Qinghuan with a warm smile.
The tailored suit outlined his slender figure, the black color reducing his usual carefree demeanor by thirty percent, adding two parts restraint and maturity.
It gave Qinghuan a sense of illusion, as if his smile was different from usual.
"Did you buy breakfast?"
Catching a whiff of the aroma, Qinghuan lowered her head, looking at the bag in his hand.
Entering the living room, Feng Yize headed straight to the dining room, "I didn't buy it, I made breakfast myself."
"..."
Qinghuan followed him, hearing this, her brows showed doubt, "You made it at home and brought it over?"
"Mm."
He opened the bag, revealing breakfast in a thermos box, not a takeout box.
