She cried in front of him, with Wen Yangzhi reaching out, his cold, pale, long fingers touching her face. The roughness of his fingertips was more pronounced as they stroked her cheeks, caressing but reticent:
"Ask something meaningful."
The night was deepening, and the vast Wen Garden around them was deserted, with only the light from the security room shining in the distance.
Even a kiss here would go unnoticed.
Yun Yuwan wrapped her arms around his slender waist, the silky Barbados cotton shirt slid over her wrists, her breath almost intertwined with his, her round eyes naive and bright, focused solely on him:
"Brother, why won't you answer me, what's so wrong with admitting you've thought about me?"
He didn't push her away, but his tone was flat:
"I haven't."
Yun Yuwan, not convinced, retorted: "You're just being stubborn!"
Wen Yangzhi was just indifferent: "No, I'm not."
