The next morning, Tessa washed up and went downstairs, habitually going to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As soon as I walked to the living room, I saw that Cen Tien had already prepared breakfast on the table in the dining room.
“Good morning, kid.” Cen Juan banged his fingers on the table, raised his eyes and looked at her, “Come and eat.”
The man turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the golden morning light came in from one side, and every part of his facial features were exquisite.
He was wearing a gray shirt with no buttons on the neckline. Under the smooth lines of his throat, there was a thin and white clavicle. The clavicle groove could hold several fish.
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