Xu Mey tiptoed inside the house, trying hard not to catch unnecessary attention. But after a while, she realized that the more she would act like a thief, the more guilty and suspicious she'd seem to others. Therefore, she straightened her back and composed herself.
Taking the stairs, she heard a sound coming from the kitchen and frowned. Changing her path, she turned towards the kitchen. Even before she could enter the kitchen, Xu Mey could smell the sharp peppery aroma lingering in the air.
"Ah-Jie, what are you doing?" Xu Mey questioned with knitted brows as she saw Ye Jie standing before a boiling pot.
Ye Jie lifted his gaze towards her and narrowed his eyes at her indecisively. Without sparing her a glance, he turned to pour the ginger tea that he had brewed himself in a porcelain cup. Xu Mey was a bit taken aback by his nonchalance with which he disregarded her presence and her question.
