Chu Yao's cheeks grew warm. 'This guy... If you were going to put my shoes on, you could have just said so. Why did you have to carry me over here and kneel on one knee? Come on, a man isn't supposed to kneel so easily!'
But even as she complained internally, a faint sweetness blossomed within her.
"Go wash up and have some breakfast?"
After putting her shoes on, Lu Xize looked up at her. Feeling a little awkward, Chu Yao tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh."
Several delicate breakfast dishes were already laid out on the dining table, all of them Chu Yao's favorites. As she bit into a soft lava bun, Chu Yao finally remembered what happened last night.
"Did I get drunk again last night?"
"Yeah."
Lu Xize's expression was calm as he placed a shrimp dumpling onto Chu Yao's plate.
Chu Yao tilted her head. The scene suddenly felt familiar.
