In his room, Yang Yu had been earnestly devising plans, with the passage of time blurring into obscurity, until he realized it was already dark outside.
Glancing at the time, Yang Yu set down the paper and pen in his hands and went out again, heading directly for Ying Luo's villa.
The planning could be done later in the night, but if he couldn't maintain a stable frequency of visits, showing up sporadically every so often, it would only irritate her, and he'd be loudly rebuked to stay away.
On the other hand, if there was a regular schedule for visits, the other party would naturally come to think about how to answer your questions in such a way as to keep you from bothering them further.
At a glance, having a set visitation rhythm or not didn't seem materially different, but the latter was much gentler than the former and left much more wiggle room.
After all, a rhythmic approach was more comfortable for people than random acts.
