Ran Xiangsi knew he was looking over, so she also raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
Their eyes met openly, and neither of them looked away first.
It's said that the eyes are the windows to the soul; communicating with each other, apart from language, eye contact is the most direct and penetrating.
"Meow..." Just at this moment, a scratchy cat call came over.
Xiangsi instinctively turned her head to look, only to see at the stairwell on the second floor, a fat, yellow Garfield cat leisurely hopping down from the stairs.
This cat was extremely arrogant, just glanced at Ran Xiangsi, not afraid of this stranger, leisurely walked by her, and then suddenly jumped onto the sofa.
Ran Xiangsi was stunned for a moment, then asked Xing Chen in disbelief, "You have a cat?"
It really didn't look like it! A person like Xing Chen, actually... keeps a cat?
Xing Chen seemed indifferent to the Garfield cat, and introduced lightly, "My mom sent it over."
