Seeing Yang Qingyin's face change in an instant, Luo Ziling cursed his luck.
However, his reaction was swift as he immediately wrapped his arms around Yang Qingyin's shoulders and said with a smile, "It's too cold outside, let's go home. It's been a while since we've played chess together, how about a game for old times' sake?"
Yang Qingyin had clearly seen the annoyance that had flashed across Luo Ziling's face just now, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten angry.
Luo Ziling had turned his frown upside down so quickly and even wrapped her in his embrace, which she was slightly glad for, but still felt somewhat irritated inside.
"Not interested," she pouted, rejecting Luo Ziling's offer and struggling out of his embrace, "Since we're both tired, we might as well go back to sleep early. I want to get some rest."
"Then let's go," Luo Ziling didn't mind Yang Qingyin's little temper and embraced her shoulders again.
