yu tingchuan's gaze seemed calm, but it made her feel uncomfortable.
in fact, he even felt some respect for her.
in front of a 34-year-old man, no matter how well she pretended, she was still too inexperienced. even if he just looked at her silently, she could not help but let her thoughts wander and her position become chaotic before he could ask any questions.
song qincheng replied with a smile, but yu tingchuan's expression didn't change at all.
at that moment, she was overwhelmed with awkwardness, and the smile on her lips disappeared.
then, he lowered his head again.
no one spoke first.
yu tingchuan looked at the side profile of her lowered face, her fair and beautiful nape, her jade-like skin, a few strands of black hair falling from her ears, and her thick, curled eyelashes. under the dim yellow light, she looked a little pitiful, completely different from the 'hopelessly in love with him' fearless look she had in the banquet hall earlier.
