At last, she could catch her breath. Jiayi hurriedly said, "A little."
"Then serve the dishes," the man commanded.
Ambassador Qiu quickly made a gesture.
The embassy staff brought in the fine food and drinks one after another.
The atmosphere, tense as drawn bows and ready crossbows, eased up a bit in an instant.
As the banquet was nearing its end, Jiayi's makeup had smudged a little. Out of politeness, she went to the restroom to tidy up her appearance.
Huo Zhenyang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't you want me to accompany you?"
"No need." The focus of everyone's gaze fell on her in an instant, and she still felt somewhat embarrassed.
"Earlier outside, you were scared and begged to stay with me, changed your mind? A woman's heart is truly like a needle at the bottom of the sea."
Her charming little face flushed with a hint of red—this man, there was no need to say such things in front of others. She had only mentioned it earlier because she was feeling a bit nervous.
