After advising Feng Yi Lan for good, Qi Shuai was about to leave the room to give her space to get fresh and change her clothes when suddenly halted under Yi Lan's touch. Her long fingers went to wrap itself around his wrist, holding him back.
Turning around again to face her, he raised his brows, wordlessly asking her to explain her actions.
"I think I would not be able to do it myself. I would need help!" She said, holding an expression of a weak and dainty maiden. Something that was definitely out of her character.
The man knew it too. Squinting his eyes at her, he waited for a moment, trying to read something deep in her expressions and mind but however, he tried he was not able to get to reach that surface.
What was this woman cooking up now? Or is it me, who is thinking too much? He thought to himself when failed to receive any answers round.
