It’s not the first time Bella Xing has come to Ethan Xia’s house. He was often arrested before and locked up in a small black room to rush to paint.
It’s like a second company here. All her uncomfortableness disappeared the moment she stepped into the door, and she always felt that she would be locked into the study to stay up all night in the next second.
So, as before, she took off her shoes and ran to the kitchen habitually…
“What are you doing?” Ethan Xia’s question came from behind.
The dissatisfaction in his tone made Bella Xing shook slightly, “Making coffee…”
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