Yan Han stood imposingly, looking down upon her from above.
In his impression of her, she was always full of vigor, hardly showing any traces of fatigue. Yet, seeing her so exhausted that she could close her eyes at any moment was a rare sight for him.
Or perhaps he should say, it was rare to see her so defenseless, and revealing her true self in front of him.
With a little furrow in his brow, Yan Han felt a pang of pity, watching her collapsed state. Almost reflexively, he took several steps forward and sat down beside her.
"Have you had dinner?"
Even as he asked, his hand reached out, resting on her head.
Zhu Qianying stared at him blankly for a moment, subconsciously trying to pull her head away from his hand.
But her head was against the back of the sofa, she couldn't avoid him.
Ignoring her evasion, Yan Han's slender fingers gently applied pressure to her temples, again asking, "What did you have for dinner?"
