The man's tone suddenly turned serious.
Song Nuan was startled: "Here!"
Lu Yan took a deep breath: "There's some bread in the small drawer, see if you like it."
"Oh?" Song Nuan immediately found it: "Where did this come from?"
She tore it open, took a bite, and her eyes lit up instantly as she looked at Lu Yan: "It's really delicious."
Seeing he successfully diverted the conversation, Lu Yan felt a little relieved inside.
Then he answered slowly: "A gift from the team."
"Did you try it?" Song Nuan very considerately tore off a small piece and held it to his mouth: "Take a bite and see, it's really good."
The young girl's tone was light and lively, soft and tender, like a mountain spring slowly seeping into one's heart.
Seeing the bread near his mouth, Lu Yan slightly opened his mouth as Song Nuan moved it towards him.
Suddenly, she sharply pulled back her hand.
Lu Yan raised an eyebrow: "…?"
Inside, a string of question marks slowly appeared.
