Yao Qing felt that his sentence must have an implied meaning—
With her by his side, even standing on the rooftop in the cold wind felt not too bad.
Once she understood this point, she looked down, stirred with her hand, and bit her lip without speaking.
"But actually, even with me here, it's quite boring."
She had always admitted that she was a dull person, uninterested in many things. It might have been because of her past depression, during which she even lost the will to pick up her chopsticks to eat. Even though her condition had improved, she wasn't like other women who enjoyed traveling, buying handbags, playing the piano, dancing, or surprising men in various ways; even if she knew how to do these things, they just didn't interest her.
Yu Yanshen hummed indifferently, his chiseled jaw resting lightly against her cheek.
He lowered his head, his hot breath rolling into her collarbone, reaching straight to the bottom of her heart.
