Yao Qing hadn't expected him to suddenly open his eyes. She was simply in high spirits today for having completed a task, which led her to express thoughts that had been suppressed in her heart, without the motivation or reason to verbalize them before.
She felt as if she were standing atop a fire, being roasted, her body scorching hot, and tied up with no means of escape.
"What did you say?"
Yu Yanshen looked at her, the dullness in his eyes gradually transforming into a fiery clarity. He silently tugged at the corner of his lips, an ambiguous motion as if he were about to smirk, then inexplicably pressed it down.
Yao Qing felt so embarrassed that she might as well have been streaking.
She quickly straightened up and reached over to hand him the empty bowl and chopsticks from the table.
"Just... time to eat!"
As she turned around, she missed Yu Yanshen's movement as he touched his earlobe which was faintly showing an abnormal color.
