While Yan Xing had been busy preparing to deal with the chaos in Nuta City these past few days, his relationship with Li Jiya had also rapidly intensified.
Li Jiya came to the embassy every day. One day it was to return a blanket, the next a parasol. Eventually, she no longer needed any reason—she just wanted to see him.
When Yan Xing worked, she would sit quietly by his side and read a book.
When Yan Xing spoke to her, she would listen carefully with a smile. Her eyes, locked on the man before her, were filled with an intense infatuation.
"Men love being adored by beautiful women; it gives them a great sense of satisfaction. Then, to keep feeling that way, they can't stay away from you. But be careful! Yan Xing possesses a charm ordinary nobles lack. Don't get yourself too entangled."
In a change of attire, Li Jiya sat in the teahouse that once belonged to her, reminiscing about recent events.
