The voice from the other side startled An Nan awake, and she realized how close the two of them were, so close that they could hear each other’s breathing clearly. In the mutual gaze, they forgot all reactions. By the time An Nan reacted, she hurriedly pushed the other away, her face turning a dark red and feeling hot. Damn it, what just happened? She almost got bewitched by this little brother. Menace, really a menace.
Not knowing if she was angry at herself or at Lin Mubai, An Nan hastily changed her shoes, threw a new pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet in front of Lin Mubai, and without telling him to change, she went inside.
Looking at the shoes on the ground, then at the back of the departing woman, Lin Mubai once again curled his lips. He noticed, his shoes and those of the little woman were of the same series, one men’s and one women’s, both in sky blue. This little woman really liked blue.
Not only was the overall home decor style blue, but even the vast majority of household items were blue.
With a cheerful mood, Lin Mubai changed his shoes, becoming belatedly aware of how childish he had become. Just because he wore matching sneakers with that little woman, he became so elated—really unlike himself. If Xi Shaoqi and Han Xiayang, those two guys, found out, who knows how they would mock him.
With this slightly complex feeling, he walked into the living room, looked around, and accurately found a certain busy little woman in the kitchen.
Having calmed down, An Nan was happily making some flower tea. Seeing the man leaning at the kitchen door staring at her, her just-calm mood became a mess again. She straightforwardly set everything in her hands down, glaring angrily at the person at the kitchen door, enunciating each word: "Can you wait for me in the living room, just for a moment?"
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Lin Mubai innocently touched his nose, returned to the living room, and conveniently sat on the low sofa, a posture he wasn’t accustomed to.
Soon, An Nan carried a tea set back into the living room. Lin Mubai quickly got up to take it and placed it on the coffee table: "What is this?"
"Lavender flower tea," An Nan said, then promptly sat on the sofa, skillfully poured two cups of tea, took a cushion into her arms, and reclined into the soft sofa, a face of utter enjoyment.
This An Nan beside him made Lin Mubai’s heart itch. Was it really that enjoyable?
Imitating the woman beside him, he held a cup of lavender flower tea, took a cushion from beside him into his arms, then reclined back into the sofa.
It did seem genuinely comfortable.
An Nan had finished a cup of flower tea and saw the handsome man next to her hadn’t taken a sip. She couldn’t help but say: "It’s not bad, aren’t you drinking? Don’t you like it? I have other things in the kitchen; I can get them for you." She started to get up as she spoke.
Lin Mubai quickly reached out to stop her: "No need, I was just thinking about things."
"Thinking about what? Thinking about beauties?" An Nan’s face was full of interest, completely forgetting the earlier awkwardness.
The former couldn’t help but roll his eyes internally; did she really see him as a such a lecherous person, always thinking about women? Despite being angry, the remaining sober thoughts told him he must explain it clearly, can’t let this little woman continue with her assumptions, or it would bring numerous troubles to his pursuit of her.