Due to Tang Jingyao's arrival, almost all the people in the living room had rushed towards him, leaving a large area suddenly empty.
Ye Yan, who never liked attending such parties, could only wander aimlessly now that Meng Yi had excused herself.
The second floor was a resting area. Though there had been people resting here a moment ago, they had all gone downstairs when Tang Jingyao arrived.
Ye Yan sat down behind a screen and twisted open the bottle of mineral water in her hand.
She wasn't frail, but the cap seemed to be defying her deliberately, tightly sealed; she twisted it for a long time but it didn't budge.
A hand reached over her shoulder and took the bottle of mineral water.
With her hand suddenly empty, Ye Yan was still in a daze when the water bottle was returned to her.
She looked up and found cold, thin lips pressed against hers.
