"Let's have breakfast first." Adrian leaned back elegantly and asked her, "Milk or coffee?"
"Coffee." Serena sat down across from him.
Adrian raised his eyebrows with interest, "Not having fruit and vegetable juice?"
On the table were avocado toast, a perfectly shaped poached egg, and kale mixed with Caesar dressing. Clearly, it was cooked by the young master whose hands rarely touched mundane water.
And beside it, was her favorite restaurant's signature crab soup dumplings.
Serena glanced at the table, "Juice isn't on your list of options."
"Can't you create your own answer?" Adrian casually crossed his legs, placing coffee in front of her, "You leave me all satisfied in bed and start being polite once you're off it."
"..."
Aren't you the one with different attitudes in bed and out?
Considering his effort in cooking, Serena didn't respond. She took a bite of toast; her once picky taste, spoiled by him, had been humbled over the past five years.
