Lu Weixi turned around, her back facing him, her voice haughty, "I might not even let you through the door tonight."
Although her words were arrogant, the curve of her lips was genuine.
Qin Zhiyou stared at the back of her stubborn head and sensed the softness in her tone. He wanted to say more to her when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.
He withdrew his hand, "I'll go out first. Rest well, it's still early."
Lu Weixi hadn't turned around nor responded but waited for Qin Zhiyou to get up and close the door before she turned, her eyes filled with worry.
After Qin Zhiyou left, Mrs. Lu was sitting on the living room sofa, arms crossed, her expression stern, her lips downturned as if ready to scold him.
"Mom."
"Who's your mom? Get it straight!"
Mrs. Lu had barely finished speaking when Qin Zhiyou put his finger to his lips to shush, then pointed back towards Lu Weixi's room, lowering his voice, "She needs to rest."
