"What's wrong?" The young man asked in a low voice rumbling from the depths of his chest. "You haven't spoken a word since waking up."
Attention retrieved from the conversation continuing at the table, Xiao Fanyu leaned to the side while tilting his head in questioning.
Obsidian irises reflected the image of the silent young woman whose pale complexion added a tint of fragility to her aura.
It was at the same juncture that the youth seemed to have noticed a faint redness around the jaws and neck of the young lady.
In comparison to the milkiness of skin, that slight hue of red seemed much more apparent under the light of the bright hall.
Recalling a certain event from last night, Xiao Fanyu released an awkward cough. Realizing what might be the reason for the young woman's silence and occasional glare she delivered his way.
The youth looked away while rubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment due to the lack of control he had.
