When Jiang He was quiet, not speaking, there was a quality about her that was indescribable, from her hair to her toenails, as she held the book with slightly furrowed brows, studying intently.
Xu Qing rested his chin on his hand as he observed her for a long time before he realized that her aura came from her posture. Jiang He didn't sit with her elbows on the table and her head bent over the book like most people. When she sat, her shoulders were straight and her back was rigid. Xu Qing suddenly had a strange thought and, pretending to be casual, reached out a finger and poked her in the waist. Jiang He sprang up as if there were springs on the bottom of her seat.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm..." Xu Qing looked at his finger, thought for a moment and stood up, saying, "I'm going out for a bit. I'll come back after eating."
