Li Zhe looked at Meng Yu, seated there quietly and letting him dry his hair. He was overjoyed. If it had been in the past, he would already have been at the door, cursing and swearing.
Li Zhe really wanted to kiss this quiet and well-behaved Meng Yu, but after what had just happened, Li Zhe only had the desire but no courage to do so. It was very quiet in the room, with only the slight rustling sound of towel against hair. Meng Yu felt a little uncomfortable, so he asked, "Has it started in Beijing?"
Li Zhe was solemnly drying Meng Yu's hair as he replied, "There's no news yet, so they probably haven't made a move yet."
Meng Yu nodded, and the two fell into silence again. Both of them didn't talk much, but they tacitly no longer mentioned that afternoon's confession and kiss.
At that time, Shen Xi was following Xia Huang, shuttling through the grand birthday banquet.
