It couldn't get any quieter.
Yet inside the study, lights were blazing, and he stood at the door, watching her at the computer, working.
Focused and intent, Bao Ye couldn't help but see a bit of his own shadow in her.
His dark eyes swept over her calmly, and instead of disturbing her, he went downstairs quietly to make two cups of coffee.
The housemaid wanted to help, but he declined.
Half an hour later, Bao Ye carried a tray upstairs with the two lattes he had made.
The latte art was in the shape of fireworks, very beautiful.
His skill was clearly on par with that of professional baristas in coffee shops.
As soon as he pushed the door open, Jiang Ruan heard the noise, looked up, and saw it was him. She said, "You're back."
Bao Ye nodded and walked over to put the coffee in front of her. "Have something to drink."
Jiang Ruan glanced at it and asked him, "Did you make this?"
Bao Ye smiled, "How did you guess?"
