Xiang Mingzhu wasn't simply inviting a man for coffee.
She had other ideas in mind, hoping to get closer to him somehow, striving to occupy a more significant place in Zhong Yi's heart. Once in the Imperial Capital, Zhong Yi would lean more towards her between Lu Yingxue and herself.
Xiang Mingzhu's eyes brimmed with a spring charm, as if carrying little hooks.
She indeed possessed a certain allure, different from Lu Yingxue's extraordinary elegance; they were two different types.
Zhong Yi glanced at her and withdrew his sleeve.
"It's late, won't you have trouble sleeping if you drink coffee now?"
Xiang Mingzhu was not ready to give up and said, "If I can't sleep, we could talk. The events of today have left me quite distressed; I fear I won't be able to fall asleep."
Zhong Yi seemed quite unresponsive to romance, "I can sleep; I'll pass on the coffee."
He had accomplished his goal for the day and saw no need to continue the charade with her.
