During Yao Qing's silence, Yu Yanshen also made no move or reaction.
Compared to Yao Qing's pallor and frailty, however, he seemed much calmer and less disheveled.
After a while, Yao Qing reached out to adjust her clothes.
"Why are you here?"
Perhaps because she had no breath to speak of, her voice was hoarse and weak, just like a light breeze blowing by.
The man's eyes appeared even deeper in the night. He wasn't wearing a tie today, but the buttons of his shirt were done up to the second, and his whole aura emitted an irresistibly intriguing air.
"Shall I come in first?"
He asked softly.
However, in reality, Yao Qing hadn't said anything or agreed, but Yu Yanshen had already walked in and securely closed the door behind him.
Yao Qing saw a small package in his hand, unsure of what it contained.
Her gaze, perhaps too intense, made Yu Yanshen follow it with his own eyes.
"We'll open it later."
Yao Qing didn't speak, just silently watched him.
