She pushed Lu Lingxiao away forcefully, her brain still blank due to the lack of oxygen.
Lu Lingxiao took a step back from her push but wasn't annoyed, only smiling at her.
Ye Xi's face was burning, too embarrassed to look up at him, and said, "Youyou is feeling unwell, I'm going to check on him."
Lu Lingxiao grabbed her wrist as if ready to say something to her.
But Ye Xi struggled free.
With her face flushed, she fled the kitchen like escaping a disaster, heading straight for the stairs to the second floor.
Only then did Lu Lingxiao lower his gaze to the water cup that had rolled to a corner.
He bent down to pick up the cup, and the smile curling at the corners of his mouth deepened.
Meanwhile, the doorbell rang.
...
Ye Xi reached Lu Youheng's room, opened the door, and the little guy was still asleep.
He had merely sneezed before briefly waking, only to turn over and continue sleeping.
