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Some people may have a very ordinary look in their eyes, but from a certain angle, when they look down, a different kind of bewitchment seeps through.
Xiao Yu was one of them.
His eyes were already deep, and when he looked down at someone, it always felt like he could hook away their soul, and he seemed utterly unaware of it.
Because even though those deep, dark eyes were soul-snatching, his face always maintained a cool and detached contour.
Sheng Shushu shifted her gaze away and continued to the kitchen.
Xiao Yu didn't stop or turn back to ask her anything; it seemed like he merely gave her a casual glance before heading upstairs.
Feng Xu was very considerate—the food was warm, and she could eat it right away.
She wasn't as capable as Feng Xu; she thought that at most she would wash her own bowl after eating.
As for how Xiao Yu would eat, she didn't plan on caring.
However, before she could finish eating, Xiao Yu came down from upstairs.