Yao Qing was momentarily spellbound when they locked eyes, but she quickly averted her gaze, and her soft black hair fell in front of her delicate, slender face, accentuating her petite features.
Snuggled in Yu Yanshen's embrace, his body warmth felt just right to Yao Qing, so she didn't move.
She muttered softly, "Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere with my work..."
"I said I wouldn't interfere, so that means you can torture yourself like this?"
Yu Yanshen's eyes were cold, as if tinged with the chill of the set.
He had never spoken about Yao Qing's tendency to feel cold, but he was always considerate with food, trying to make up for it.
Although her tendency to feel cold wasn't a big deal to him since it made it difficult for her to get pregnant, he assumed every woman wanted to be a mother. No amount of ginseng could restore what she was doing to her body.
The more he thought about it, the more somber his aura became.
