Outside the door, Xi Jiu was clad in a black coat, the end-of-autumn chill curling around him.
The moment he saw the young girl, a soft light flowed in the depths of his cool eyes.
Ruan Qi stared at him blankly, her heart starting to race out of control again.
Xi Jiu looked at her with her hair tousled and unkempt, and his thin lips curved into a smile.
"I bought breakfast," he lifted the plastic bag in his hand slightly, "Zhou Ji's buns."
"..." The young girl swallowed hard.
Zhou Ji's pork buns, super delicious!
It was just that there were too many buyers every day, and the buns were limited in quantity, so it was not always possible to get them.
Xi Jiu watched her gaze almost stick to the plastic bag, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, the young girl did not reject him.
"Senior sister, who are you talking to?"
Nie Heng came out after not seeing Ruan Qi enter the house for a while.