"Zheyu, what's wrong?" Lu Xiaoyou stood up from the sofa, and on the coffee table by her calf, there were exquisite pastries and freshly brewed tea.
It was sent by Chu Huang, meant for Lu Xiaoyou to enjoy.
The people on the Floating Island are focused on scientific research; there are no entertainment activities on this island, and no one takes effort in food, so these exquisite pastries are brought from outside the island.
Chu Huang is trying to make a good impression on Lu Xiaoyou, and this move is also meant for Feng Zheyu to see.
Feng Zheyu withdrew his gaze, thinking that even if he and Lu Xiaoyou were very close, he shouldn't keep staring at people's bedrooms.
"It's nothing." He probably imagined it; when he walked in, he suddenly felt intense hostility.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment, and when Feng Zheyu came to his senses, that hostility vanished without a trace.
Feng Zheyu ignored this illusion, looked at Lu Xiaoyou again, and smiled brightly.
