Li Qiao curved her lips slightly, "I have many sets of professional attire at home, just never had the chance to wear them."
"How long do you want to intern for?" The man's crisp fragrance lingered around Li Qiao, and her fair cheeks became even more delicate and petite in his palm.
Li Qiao gathered her thoughts and gave an answer, "Three months, I need to report to the research institute in September."
Shang Yu gazed deeply at Li Qiao, then his palm turned over, gently pinching her cheek, "Alright, then as you wish."
It was those same four words again, 'as you wish'.
Li Qiao's heartbeat finally lost its rhythm.
When she wanted to call off the engagement, he said as you wish.
Now she wanted to come to Yan Emperor, and he still said as you wish.
Some obscure emotions began fermenting; it seemed it wasn't a one-person show after all.
...
After a brief interlude, Shang Yu returned to his desk and sat down.
