Shang Yu seemed pleased by her erratic train of thought, a hint of amusement crossing the depths of his shadowy eyes, "I'll ask him tomorrow."
Li Qiao nodded, barely awake as she closed her eyes again, only to open them three seconds later, "What are you doing in the British Imperial?"
The man pinched her cheeks, his movements gentle and doting, and through the dim light streaming in from the window, one could clearly see her groggy appearance, "I thought you weren't going to ask."
Li Qiao propped herself up on his shoulders and sat up from his embrace, stretching out her hands to massage her temples vigorously before scrutinizing him, "Going on a business trip?"
Shang Yu caught her gesture, his cold eyes darkening, "Headache again?"
Again?
Li Qiao recalled that she had had a headache once before after spending too long in Secret Hall.
