Yan Jing held her clothing over her chest and softly said, "The gathering doesn't start until eight thirty."
She was wearing a bathrobe, feeling it was inappropriate, and wanted to keep him outside the door.
Huo Shaoting blocked the door.
He gazed at her deeply with emotion: "Is our relationship such that I can't even come in for a cup of tea, or is there already someone here?"
After he spoke, Miss Yan's eyes reddened.
She said nothing and opened the door to let him in.
There was naturally no other man inside her small residence.
There was only a record playing in the bedroom, which was a song Huo Shaoting loved in his youth.
He couldn't help asking, "You still remember?"
Yan Jing, however, said, "I'll turn it off!"
She turned to leave, her slender body held tightly from behind…
Huo Shaoting pressed close to her ear, murmuring softly, "Why turn it off? Why are you afraid I'll hear it?"
He was captivated by her scent: "Yanyan, you truly have the heart to ignore me?"
