His hand remained on her waist, poised to take further liberties.
To ensure her own safety, An Yan felt she could keep chatting until Li Tianyao's treatment was finished.
But Wen Ya was uncomfortable. Under the Ninth Master's piercing gaze, making small talk with the young lady always filled Wen Ya with the terrifying fear that her life might end at any moment.
Fortunately, she remembered something. "Oh, right! Miss, Qin Yaya sent you a gift. I brought it back for you."
An Yan reached out to take the bag Wen Ya handed her. Upon opening it, she found a small bronze Bell inside. It was about the size of a child's thumb and featured rough, ancient-looking patterns that made it resemble an antique.
"She gave this to me, does Qin Song know?" An Yan asked.
"I'm not sure," Wen Ya replied. "When she gave it to me, she didn't say whether Mr. Qin Song was aware or not."
An Yan examined the Bell for a while, turning it over and over in her hands.
