Her back stiffened, and she immediately withdrew her hand.
Her movement drew his gaze to her face. He yawned lazily, unhurriedly, and then said to her with utmost naturalness, "Morning."
Lin Jing: "...Morning."
Sheng Kuang said nothing, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of water.
He twisted off the cap, tilted his head back slightly to drink, his neck already long, looking even longer as he stretched. His slightly protruding Adam's apple bobbed from time to time.
Sunlight slanted in from the window, a ray falling directly onto his jaw and neck.
His entire frame was slender, with finely shaped biceps. He looked incredibly youthful and boyish.
Lin Jing couldn't help but gaze at the scene before her for a moment longer.
It wasn't until Sheng Kuang slowly screwed the cap back on and turned his head towards her that she hastily lowered her head. The porridge in her bowl was empty. She thought for a second, pretended she hadn't eaten enough, and carried the bowl into the kitchen.
"Was breakfast porridge?" Sheng Kuang followed her in.
Lin Jing turned her head, making an "ah" sound, "Red bean and oat porridge."
She paused, then asked, "Do you want some?"
Sheng Kuang casually picked up a pair of chopsticks, "A little."
Lin Jing handed him the bowl of porridge she had just filled, "Here you go then."
Sheng Kuang took it, said "Thanks" without much thought, and left.
With Sheng Kuang present, Lin Jing didn't continue watching TV. The others were still asleep, and the auntie was cleaning elsewhere. It was just the two of them in the dining room, sitting at a large table, silently eating porridge.
It was evident Sheng Kuang was quite tired and had little appetite. Apart from the porridge, he hadn't touched the small steamed buns or greens on the table. He ate his porridge slowly, as if it were medicine.
Lin Jing had eaten a bowl of porridge and wasn't eating very fast either.
Towards the end, Lin Jing glanced at the porridge in front of Sheng Kuang and only then realized it was the bowl she had just used...
Lin Jing let out an "Ah," "You..."
Her gaze fell on the spoon in Sheng Kuang's hand.
Besides the bowl, there was also the spoon...
She swallowed hard, forcing down the words "You seem to have used my bowl" that were about to leave her lips.
Sheng Kuang, seeing her trail off, turned to look at her, "Hmm?" Su Dan novel network
Lin Jing opened her mouth, avoiding his gaze, "...Did you, did you get my WeChat message?"
Sheng Kuang: "Yes, I did."
Lin Jing: "Um... good that you got it."
Sheng Kuang: "..."
Sheng Kuang finished his porridge, put down his spoon, and leaned back casually in his chair, picking up his phone. He showed no intention of leaving.
Compared to his calm demeanor, Lin Jing, realizing she had given him the wrong bowl and spoon, felt too embarrassed to stay. She quickly finished the last few mouthfuls of porridge, grabbed her phone, pointed upstairs, hastily said, "I'm done eating," and slipped away.
Lin Jing nearly collided with the cleaning auntie in the living room. Before the auntie could call out to her, she had already darted into the elevator.
"This child, running in such a hurry," the cleaning auntie said, holding a ticket-like item as she entered the dining room. She thought no one was there and was startled to see Sheng Kuang, "You're up so early?"
Sheng Kuang slowly stood up and said with a soft "Ah," "I was woken up."
The cleaning auntie asked worriedly, "Did I wake you? I was using the vacuum cleaner."
"No," Sheng Kuang massaged his neck, "It was WeChat. I saw a couple of messages and got up."
The cleaning auntie was relieved.
Sheng Kuang picked up his half-finished bottle of water, intending to go upstairs. He had only taken a couple of steps when the cleaning auntie called out, "Oh, by the way, is this still needed?"
Sheng Kuang turned and saw the cleaning auntie holding out a ticket.
It was a ticket from yesterday's preliminary rounds.
He paused, lifting his eyelids slightly, "Where did you find it?"
The cleaning auntie replied, "On the shoe cabinet. I just saw it while tidying up. Is it still needed? If not, I'll throw it away."
Sheng Kuang said nothing, lowering his gaze back to the ticket.
Apart from the young lady on the third floor, everyone else living in this villa had work permits and didn't need tickets.
After two seconds, Sheng Kuang chuckled, "My oversight."