Ye Sihan's face was cold as he ate in silence without a word.
"Why are you not talking?" Xing Ling looked at his expression.
"We'll talk later."
Xing Ling was thrilled and grabbed Ye Sihan's hand, completely carried away, "You agreed? Did you agree?"
His large hand caught her small one and yanked it over—
"Ah!" Xing Ling was pulled right into Ye Sihan's chest, their faces inches apart, making her breathing hitch and her heartbeat race.
"How many days?" Ye Sihan's thin lips parted slightly, and his deep black eyes bore into her.
"...Three or four days." Xing Ling's mind was muddled, on the verge of losing the ability to think.
She felt her buttocks tense, especially as the firm lines of his thighs were so distinct, scorching hot, as if they were going to melt her.
"Okay." Ye Sihan agreed. His hand lifted to pinch her chin, "Even if you leave, I can still find you."
