Having swallowed the last bite of fried egg, Leng Zimo picked up the milk cup, his gaze sweeping over his empty plate before settling on Luo Xiaoqian’s face across from him.
"What’s wrong?"
Feeling his gaze, she lifted her face in confusion.
Her first reaction was to reach for her neckline and check—yes, the button was fastened up to the very top, there would be no mishaps.
What kind of expression was that—did she think his mind was filled only with lecherous thoughts?!
Leng Zimo diverted his gaze, his tone slightly cold.
"From now on, make this for me every day!"
Seeing him look away, Luo Xiaoqian finally brought the glass to her lips. Upon hearing his words, she was shocked, and a mouthful of milk went down the wrong pipe, making her cough uncontrollably.
Suppressing her cough, she looked up at him, "What... what did you say?!"
Make breakfast for him every day from now on?
His implication was that they’d have to sleep together every night?
Leng Zimo watched her efforts to stifle her coughing, frowning as he got up and casually pulled a napkin from the table, handing it to her.
"You heard me perfectly well, didn’t you?!"
"Well... actually... I think..." She accepted the tissue, wiping the milk from the corner of her lips, struggling to find an excuse for herself, until her eyes lit up, "This place is too far!"
Through the window just before, she could clearly see the lake and the distant mountains on the opposite shore.
This villa was obviously in the suburbs, certainly not in the city.
Thank goodness, she really had to thank the builders of these high-end villas for constructing them in such scenic locations. This way, she wouldn’t have to attend to him every night...
"You can drive!"
"But, I don’t have a driver’s license!" Luo Xiaoqian said, hanging her head.
A chain of keys silently appeared before her eyes.

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