His lips tightly pressed, he could still only manage a single word.
"Fine."
"Thank you!" With a quick flash in her beautiful eyes, she glanced at him and then buried her head back into her work.
Such a polite response!
Xing Liehuo sat beside her, sullenly pulling out a book and flipping through it without much interest, his expression serious, earnest, and gloomy—a stark contrast to the beast he had been earlier. He had smoothly transitioned from a beast to a gentleman.
But only he knew that he'd rather remain a beast and devour her completely.
The night was utter tranquility.
Without a word between them, the silence was filled only with their breathing.
Lian Qiao didn't pay him any attention, but she found it impossible to concentrate on her work with this 'living Buddha' next to her; truly, she couldn't get anything done.
She was annoyed, and so was Mr. Xing.
A shared irritability, twin sorrows in their idleness.
