Li Qiao was very clear about what she should do, and just before she left, her relationship with Shang Yu had made progress.
Perhaps, it was all fate.
Shang Yu was silent for a few seconds, then propped on her shoulders to create some distance between them, and bent down to pick up the ginger tea from the table to hand it to her, stroking her head with a gentle voice, "Since you've made up your mind, then go."
His girl wasn't a canary. As the most outstanding graduate of South Sea Medical University, she shouldn't stop her mission for him.
Holding the ginger tea, Li Qiao took small sips, the steam brushing against her smiling cheeks, casting a delightful and bright beauty in the man's eyes.
Her skin was like jade, her beauty etched deep into the bone.
A flame kindled in the depths of Shang Yu's eyes as the palm that was stroking the top of her head naturally slid down to her shoulder.
