And silence is often first broken by the one whose emotions are not in check.
Just like now.
Yao Qing had already let go of Yu Yanshen, and just when she was about to walk out of his embrace, she found that he wrapped her tightly, not allowing her to leave even for an inch.
Yao Qing's movements stiffened, but she didn't struggle.
She simply looked at him calmly, "Do you have any alcohol at home?"
Yu Yanshen's gaze was low and murky, and Yao Qing could read a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
In fact, she knew that he had been very busy recently; managing to sleep four hours a day was already pushing the limit. Adding external pressure to him and distracting him further was not good.
But emotions... how to control them in front of the person you depended on the most, she had never learned.
"You want to drink," he stated calmly.
Yao Qing nodded, "Just a little?"
With their eyes locked, Yao Qing felt a chill down her spine under his piercing gaze.
