Tao Zhixiang was stunned; he was thirsty and wanted to drink water, so why call her?
The kettle and cup were right by his hand; surely, he wouldn't be so lazy as to have her help him with even this!
Tao Zhixiang stood still, just gazing at Chu Mucheng.
He lounged leisurely on the sofa, casually relaxed, as if the quarrel and anger when he first came in had completely vanished.
His features were sharply handsome, cold, yet in spite of the high temperature in the room, he remained dazzling.
Tao Zhixiang suddenly recalled the rebellious boy on their high school campus, who was once so carefree and reckless.
Back then, his eyes, his silhouette... were all imprinted in her heart.
Even after many years of not seeing him, she still couldn't... forget.
And now, looking at the man before her, Tao Zhixiang's mind was once again in turmoil.
