The two of them looked at each other; Ye Shaoting didn't feel the imagined awkwardness, nor did Zuo Qing feel ashamed or annoyed.
Both were very calm.
Zuo Qing thought for a moment, feeling she should say something.
"Why did you come back today."
"Because it's a holiday."
Such a simple reason.
"Are you staying here tonight?" Zuo Qing asked again.
Ye Shaoting looked at her, his mind involuntarily recalling the beautiful scene he just witnessed in the bathroom.
"If not here, then where?"
There was freshly brewed tea on the coffee table, Ye Shaoting poured himself a cup, thought for a moment, then handed it to Zuo Qing: "Want some?"
Zuo Qing glanced at him, relieved that he didn't continue mentioning that awkward matter, and reached out to take the cup he handed over.
"Yes."
Her pale, tender fingers grasped the teacup. Ye Shaoting lowered his gaze, his well-defined fingers slowly retracted, and just as Zuo Qing held the cup entirely, he turned to grasp her hand.
