Jian Ai's speechless expression fell into Ji Haoyu's eyes. He leaned forward slightly and looked at Jian Ai with a smile in his eyes. He whispered, "Look, aren't the two of us a perfect match?"
Compatible my ass!
Jian Ai pushed the wasabi in front of Ji Haoyu again. "Eat it yourself. Don't waste food!"
Ji Haoyu smiled and leaned back, lying on the tatami.
He was wearing a light gray shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Jian Ai had seen him in a suit shirt, shorts, and slippers before, but this was the first time she had seen him dressed so casually.
It was more pleasing to the eye.
Ji Haoyu didn't move after lying down. Jian Ai couldn't help but lean forward to look.
He had his hands behind his head, and his eyes were closed. His long and curled eyelashes were like two thick fans that exuded peace. He looked exceptionally relaxed.
Not long after, even his breathing became uniform.
Jian Ai was stunned. He fell asleep?
