The luxurious modern hall exuded the owner's taste in every corner, with details accentuating the epitome of elegance and sophistication.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
An Yin's feet felt a bit sore from standing too long. Seeing that the man hadn't clearly answered her question, she asked anxiously, "What I said just now, did you agree?"
The young girl was quite stubborn, insisting on getting a definite answer, completely oblivious to reading others' expressions.
Those who knew Bao Shaojin understood that when he did not object, it meant he consented.
"Mm." Bao Shaojin replied lazily.
His words made An Yin breathe a sigh of relief, but when she looked at her wrist, her other hand clenched slightly, "You, you let go of me."
The young girl silently hung her head. Under the white light, her palm-sized oval face seemed as fragile as an eggshell, looking both stunningly beautiful and tinged with shyness.
