Mu Chenxi was cutting fruit in the kitchen, pondering how to be alone with Luo Shangqing. Though she had previously been alone with him at school, the larger environment there made it pressure-free. But things were different at home—it felt subtly imbued with a warmth she was yet to perceive.
"Professor Luo, have some fruit." Mu Chenxi placed the cut oranges on the coffee table, and also brought over her textbooks, "I have questions to ask."
Luo Shangqing put down the magazine he was holding: "Ask away."
Seeing him motionless, Mu Chenxi had no choice but to sit next to him with her book, opening to the problems she had previously marked: "These ones."
Luo Shangqing leaned over to scan the questions briefly before starting to explain them to her. His voice was as warm and captivating as when he lectured in class. Being so close, his gentle words mingled with his fresh breath like sunlight wrapping around them, warming her heart strand by strand.
