Yan Qing slowly stood up and looked at Ling Hua, wanting to say something. He opened his mouth but discovered that at this moment, he had nothing to say. He touched his nose, uncharacteristically without temper, and turned to leave Ling Hua's room.
Watching his unhurried figure walk away, Ling Hua felt annoyed yet somewhat amused. Was he trying to cajole her tonight?
The feeling of being cajoled was so pleasant; why didn't he enjoy it?
Yun Luo followed Yan Qing back to his room with a teapot in hand. Seeing Yan Qing sitting at the table with a flop, Yun Luo quickly poured him a cup of tea, placing it in front of him, and considerately cautioned, "Young Marquis, the water's hot. Be careful not to burn yourself."
Yan Qing gave Yun Luo a somewhat resentful look. "Why are you so fast? Can't you slow down a bit?"
Yun Luo was taken aback. How had he been fast? Was he walking too fast, or had he brewed the tea too quickly? The Young Marquis hadn't given him any prior warning.
