"Okay!" Ning Cheng called back somewhat unhappily, lifting a finger as he muttered. "Just because she doesn't like the goose fat roll."
Ning Yi turned back into his room, and just as he was gently pushing open the door, he froze.
A smile bloomed on his face.
As he stood before the door, his tranquil and elegant smile half shadowed in the dark, he cocked a smooth and happy brow.
He left his hand on the door, but instead of pushing it open, Ning Yi stood quietly, luxuriating in this strange, mysterious happiness.
He had not thought that woman had such an amusing side to her; the feast was over, but she chose to sneak in through the back window.
When he had half-jokingly asked her to come to his room, her promise had been so fake that he had been sure she was just teasing.
But to think she actually had come. Had she gotten drunk and lost her reticence and reserve?
His heart soared with joy.
