The banquet downstairs continued, with Leng Youchen and Wei Anning hiding on the terrace, unaware that they had just avoided a trap. Leng Youchen embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and asked, "Cold?"
Wei Anning shook her head, as the hubbub faded away, she heard his steady and powerful heartbeat, and they quietly enjoyed the moment of being in each other's arms.
Leng Youchen opened his suit and wrapped her in his arms, his voice hoarse, "After the banquet ends, will you come to my place?"
Such an invitation between mature adults always carried a touch of ambiguous intimacy. Wei Anning's heart trembled, and she said, "I don't think that's a good idea, I need to go back ... otherwise ..."
"Otherwise what?"
Wei Anning bit her lip, wanting to tell him about Chenchen, but didn't know how to start. After a few seconds of hesitation, she decided to wait until the crisis between them was completely resolved.
"If I go to your place, you won't be able to sleep."
