When she returned home from dinner with Liang Qiaoqiao, it was around nine in the evening, and Lu Yinchu had not yet returned.
She waited for him in the living room for a while, then made herself a glass of milk.
She knew that he wanted her to drink milk every night for her health and sleep. Initially, she resisted, but eventually, it become a habit!
Just like now, she was accustomed to having this man named Lu Yinchu by her side - a man whose favourite ensemble was a white shirt and black trousers, who had beautifully crafted hands' touch in his meals, loved to teach her a thing or two, sighed with helpless frustration at her lack of understanding, and often held her slender frame in his arms, calling her name softly — Nanxi!
She never thought her name was pleasing to hear until he started to call it... his voice wrapping around her heart in a thousand soft ways.
