Li Qiao brazenly retorted, "Otherwise?"
She pressed Shang Yu's shoulder to let him sit down, then returned to the Glazed Pavilion to bring the apple slices she'd cut for him to the table.
The man's gaze followed Li Qiao's movement, from left to right, from front to back.
Until—
Li Qiao walked around the spacious dining room, finally standing at the center, murmuring to herself in confusion, "Where did you hide it for me?"
This sentence, Shang Yu didn't hear clearly.
He only saw her frown, and his gaze grew solemn as well.
Li Qiao sighed helplessly, "Wait a moment..."
As she spoke, she took out her phone from her pocket, but before she unlocked the screen, Shang Yu leaned forward and pulled her into his embrace.
The man sat while Li Qiao stood.
He looked up, his black eyes filled with light, yet still buried with thick unease that couldn't see daylight.
Li Qiao was very close to him, close enough to easily smell the tobacco scent on him; he must have smoked quite a bit.
