Yu Yanshen rose to his feet for no apparent reason. He was not a man of many words; in fact, he even considered whether he should let Yan Hong explain everything. Her words probably had more convincing power than his.
Feeling somewhat parched, he reached to loosen his tightly buttoned shirt.
Carelessly undoing a few buttons, he revealed his sharp collarbone.
"Where's the water?" he asked, his gaze sweeping around the room.
Lost in thought, Yao Qing pointed in a direction before remembering the water dispenser was broken.
Frowning, she stood up, absentmindedly picking up the thermos to pour some water.
She had barely touched the handle when Yu Yanshen stopped her.
He took the thermos from her hands and spoke indifferently, "Let me do it. I suspect you'll burn yourself again."
"..."
Oh.
Ok.
Perhaps in his eyes, she really was good for nothing.
After all, he had calculated everything clearly long ago.
