Chapter 143: Life has no multiple-choice questions
Sunlight shone into Xuehai Yiju, where clusters of trees screened the residential community and mid-rise buildings stood scattered among them. The Wusong River flowed green along its outer edge like a ribbon of water. In the distance, a light-rail train streaked along an elevated bridge, drawing a white line, while a flock of white birds scattered like scraps of paper, wheeling into shafts of light.
Tang Wu wore pale blue, close-fitting cotton capri pants, a snug little gray tank top, and a hoodie over it. She poured two bags of milk into a pot, lit the gas stove with a puff, brought the milk to a boil, and poured it into two cups. Then she opened the toast, condensed milk, and jam bought the day before and set them one by one on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Carrying the milk over, she tucked her legs up and sat against Su Can, her shapely, full calves firm and springy. "Here." She handed him a cup of milk.
No matter how lovely the scenery outside was that morning, it could not compare with the sight of Tang Wu displaying such rare languor. Just like the view of her back as she bustled around the kitchen earlier, Tang Wu, who was not particularly good at housework, lacked her usual competence and decisiveness. Her cooking required little skill, but that did nothing to diminish Su Can's enjoyment of watching her lovely figure. He kept feeling that this was what life should be.
Tang Wu's calves, tucked up on the sofa, were full and springy. Her cheeks glowed pink in the morning light, seemingly carrying a lingering trace of the previous night's passion.
Seeing Su Can staring fixedly at her, she simply turned her