Zhuang Xuejun finished the phone call, took the eggs out of the pan, and as she turned with the tray in her hands, she saw Han Luoqi standing behind her with a green face.
That look, as if he was looking at a wife who had strayed.
Zhuang Xuejun shivered inexplicably, "What... what are you looking at?"
Han Luoqi's face was dark for two seconds, then he suddenly smiled, walked over and took the tray from her hands.
"Why did you make these?"
"Woke up feeling a bit hungry, so I got up to make breakfast."
"Why didn't you call me to do it?"
"No need, it's rare for you to have a holiday, so rest more. It's not a heavy task. I can do it myself."
Han Luoqi felt somewhat guilty, he really shouldn't have been sleeping so soundly.
"What's not done yet? I'll do it."
"All done. Have you washed your face?"
"Yes." As Han Luoqi responded, he helped her to sit down.
It was a very warm and ordinary morning, yet he felt somewhat distracted.
