Upon entering, each changed their shoes. Fu Mingyu looked down and saw Wen Nuan wearing a pair of gray-blue men's slippers, finding it particularly awkward.
With a flicker in his eyes, Fu Mingyu said in a deep voice, "Next time you come, bring your own slippers to leave here."
After speaking, Fu Mingyu lifted his foot and walked into the living room.
Wen Nuan was left standing there, dumbfounded.
Even though it's just a pair of slippers and doesn't mean much, why is there a small trace of joy in her heart?
"Oh, got it."
Responding softly, Wen Nuan bit her lip, but the smile still couldn't be suppressed, spreading from the corners of her eyes to the tips of her brows, making her appear more radiant and charming under the soft lights, like a flower about to bloom, exuding a delicate beauty.
Fu Mingyu looked up and was momentarily taken aback.
