And Feng Ye's role naturally manifested itself here.
He reached out to stop Yao Qing's shoulder, seemingly casually pressing her into the vacant seat beside Fo Zi'ang.
His voice brushed past Fo Zi'ang's ear, "A top graduate of the director's program, and a junior in the same major as me. A talent who works hard, she is your type."
Feng Ye looked towards Yao Qing with a meaningful gaze.
Then he turned and left the scene.
Fo Zi'ang didn't speak, just quietly stared at Yao Qing's face.
As if enchanted, when he looked at Yao Qing, his gaze was free of any impure feelings.
"Yao Qing..." his voice lightly savored her name.
Yao Qing curved her lips into a smile, "Yes, Yao as in Yao Ji, Qing as in pure and desireless."
Her clean laugh, in this somewhat decadent private room, was like a lotus rising out of the water.
Fo Zi'ang stretched out his hand, cradling his head and tilting it as he looked at her.
"Qing..."
