"Ah!" Ji Weitian recoiled onto her chair like a startled rabbit, bowing her head to grab the steamed bun in front of her and taking a bite.
Because she was eating in such a hurry due to guilt, she choked, snatching up the soy milk in front of her and gulping it down in one breath.
By the time she was patting her chest, grateful she had reclaimed her life, and looked up again at Qin Nanyu, there wasn't a trace of blush on his face—it seemed the earlier flush was just her imagination.
Now, with an expressionless face like that of a ruthless hitman, was his true facade.
The assistant had bought a wide variety of breakfast items, and, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Ji Weitian strived to finish them all, ending up slumped in her chair, hand rubbing her now round belly.
She lifted her gaze to appraise the man seated before her.
Unlike Ji Weitian, Qin Nanyu ate with grace.
