"Let's eat." Jun Shiling restrained the smile in his eyes and interacted with Xia Wanyuan very naturally.
"Okay."
Xia Wanyuan took the chopsticks, but she felt uneasy. For some reason, she felt that the pine fragrance on Jun Shiling was especially obvious today.
In the past, Xia Wanyuan rarely noticed the perfume Jun Shiling used, but today, she felt that the scent was especially rich. Xia Wanyuan could not help but look up at Jun Shiling.
Jun Shiling, who was dressed in a suit, was sitting on a chair and eating breakfast. The cuffs on his wrists were tightly tied, making him look flat and abstinent. His originally handsome facial features softened a little under the morning sun.
His cold and arrogant temperament remained upright even while eating.
"Am I good-looking?" Jun Shiling swallowed a mouthful of hot porridge and suddenly looked at Xia Wanyuan.
