When Chen Xu spoke those words, the atmosphere at the dinner table seemed to become more enchanting.
Yang Jinxia had drunk two glasses of red wine, and her cheeks remained flushed, her eyes veiled with a moist gleam. Whenever her gaze accidentally met his, it revealed a trace of shyness.
This girlish side of her made Chen Xu's heart race; it seemed as though the food on the table had lost its flavor.
After struggling through dinner and washing the dishes, Chen Xu dried his hands and walked into the living room. She was sitting on the sofa, curled up with the remote control in her hand, eyes fixed on the television.
Chen Xu sat down next to her, took the remote control from her hand, placed it on the coffee table, and moved closer.
Yang Jinxia lowered her head and whispered softly, "I'm going to take a shower."
Chen Xu stood up and said, "Shall we shower together, is that okay?"
