Ye Wangchuan's eyes suddenly darkened. He stared at her for a while without saying anything. His sitting posture became normal and he sat up straight.
Just as Qiao Nian thought he was going to try to persuade her, he pursed his thin lips, looked away, and stood up. "Let's go down and eat first."
Qiao Nian looked at his silent back. For some reason, her hand acted faster than her brain, and she grabbed his left wrist, refusing to let go.
Ye Wangchuan felt a cool touch on his wrist and stopped in his tracks. Turning around, he saw the girl approaching him with burning eyes. "Are you angry?"
Ye Wangchuan raised his head slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he refused to speak. "You're willing to take the risk yourself. What can I say?"
It didn't matter what he said. In any case, she never listened.
