As she walked away, she accidentally bumped into Yu Yanshen's shoulder, unprepared, and he stumbled a step backward.
Seizing the moment, Yao Qing disappeared from his sight.
Yu Yanshen watched her retreating figure, still somewhat befuddled, and lifted his eyebrows. Then, as if a thought struck him, he lowered his gaze and slightly curved his thin lips.
How cute...
Yao Qing looked in the mirror after returning to her bedroom and saw that her face was flushed with spider veins and there were dry patches on both sides of her nose.
So how had Yu Yanshen managed to keep staring at her?
She eyed several rows of luxury skincare products lined up on the cabinet beside her, thought for a moment, then decided to use them.
She had been trapped here for days—might as well consider it compensation for her emotional distress.
After applying the products, she felt refreshed and her face felt smooth and tender to the touch.
