Yao Qingyi locked onto Shen Yaowei, who was sitting in the pavilion. She held the roasted meat on the plate and walked straight to her. "Miss Shen, why are you here? I have some freshly roasted venison here. Why don't you eat some too?"
Shen Yaowei watched as Yao Qingyi walked into the pavilion and placed the plate of roasted meat on the stone table.
It was indeed a little inappropriate for a man and a woman to eat together on a small plate.
Shen Yaowei smiled, her eyes filled with indifference. "Thank you, Senior Brother Yao, but I'm already full."
"Then aren't you very lonely here alone? Why don't I stay and talk to you?" As Yao Qingyi spoke, he had already sat in the empty seat opposite Shen Yaowei.
In the long corridor at the side, Cang Ye stood upright in the shadows. He slowly exerted strength with his fingers holding the plate, and the aura around him was cold and unruly.
