No matter what he thinks, it doesn't affect Su Xingyu's good mood after receiving the prize.
She loves the Blade camera dearly. On this day, while routinely sitting on the living room sofa waiting for Lu Shifeng to return home, she took a soft cloth and wiped the black matte body carefully, treating it like a precious treasure.
Lu Shifeng opened the door and saw this scene.
The girl on the sofa was so focused on wiping that she didn't even notice someone entering. Her pretty cherry-pink lips curved slightly upward into an alluring arc, and her fair, slender fingers danced across the camera body as gracefully as if playing the piano.
Lu Shifeng lightly cleared his throat.
Su Xingyu kept her head down, unresponsive.
Lu Shifeng cleared his throat again.
She still did not respond.
Lu Shifeng, expressionless, walked over with his long legs in straight trousers and stopped in front of her, silently looking down at her.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
