"Moreover, his mouth has always been loose; there's no guarantee he could hold back and might just come over himself and spill the gossip..."
Qi Zeyan said it was about him and Tang Wan, but after thinking it over, there didn't seem to be anything particularly gossip-worthy about the two of them recently. So, he didn't ponder too much. After Tang Wan ate, she was originally working at her desk on a filigree Cyan Feather hairpin. This type of work required total concentration, yet Jiang Jinsang was just watching her, his chin propped on his hands...
He had just taken a shower and was emanating a refreshing minty scent.
It was invigorating and hard to ignore.
It would have been fine if he were just looking, but he kept leaning in closer, his breath blowing on Tang Wan's hands, making her tremble almost to the point of breaking the filament.
"Don't get so close."
Jiang Jinsang only smiled at her, his voice deep:
"If I don't get close, how will I see clearly?"
