Aunt Liu supported Wei Anning to the sofa, where she softly nudged her, then said with a smile, "Third Young Master, Third Young Lady, you two sit down and keep watch for the New Year. I'll go cook some sweet rice balls. On a festival like this, having a bowl of sweet rice balls is what makes it a truly perfect reunion."
Aunt Liu walked away briskly, and the atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.
Wei Anning's fingers were intertwined, as she stood there uneasily, her gaze flitting around, yet she dared not let it fall upon Leng Youchen, as if his sight could devour her.
Leng Youchen tilted his head back slightly. Under the bright crystal chandelier in the living room, her unease was visibly blatant. He sighed, fearing that in her heart, he had already become a villain.
When he extended his hand, she recoiled like a frightened bird, as if his gesture had given her a fright, glaring at him with wariness, ready to unleash her sharp claws should he make any sudden moves.
