Yu Yanshen suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"Indeed, I hardly conceal my pure feelings," he mused, "Yeah, I miss it. So, you're going to slap me again?"
The slap from last time had kept him awake for most of the night. The girl looked delicate and frail, but when she struck, she showed absolutely no mercy.
With a cold snort, Yao Qing set down her bowl and spoon.
"I'm full," she muttered, then wobbled to her feet, leaning against the wall, and collapsed onto the couch.
Yu Yanshen observed her, clearly noticing the shift in her mood.
His brow furrowed in confusion. Had he said something wrong?
Was he supposed to say he didn't want to kiss? ...Wouldn't that indirectly deny her allure?
He walked over to Yao Qing, turned off the glaring light, leaving just a dim lamp in the living room that cast enough glow to illuminate the space.
Then he bent down and ran his fingers through Yao Qing's smooth black hair, "Yao Qing, don't lie down after eating. Get up."
