Ruan Qi felt a mix of emotions, touched yet also somewhat disconcerted.
She set down the satellite phone and grasped Xi Jiu's wrist as she stood up.
"Mr. Xi," the young girl said softly with a blushing face, "there are some things I want to tell you..."
Nie Heng, squatting to the side, pricked up his ears swiftly.
Baby Damai also stopped packing her luggage.
Even Dahui and Xiaohui sat obediently to one side, their tongues out, watching the two of them.
The living room was eerily quiet.
The young girl, feeling awkward, bit her lip and, like a shy little rabbit, grabbed the man and ran off in a flash.
...
At the end of the second floor hallway, in the glass conservatory.
Ruan Qi stood in front of the swing, nervously twisting her sleeve.
The glass conservatory was extremely quiet, with only the slow breathing of two people.
Ruan Qi, head bowed and staring at the ground, after a moment, she sneakily lifted her head.
And ran smack into Xi Jiu's deep and tender black eyes.
