Her heart gave a soft jolt at his words.
She turned quickly, pretending to adjust the vase, though the flowers didn't need adjusting. Her cheeks were already warm, but now they threatened to catch fire.
"…You say things so casually," she muttered, half to herself.
Yanchen didn't answer. He simply watched her, his gaze calm, unreadable, but not unkind.
After a pause, he asked, "Do you want to go on a stroll?"
Mianmian looked over her shoulder, startled again. "Now?"
"Unless you're too tired."
"No, I just…" She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You really come up with strange ideas at night."
"Only the harmless ones."
That made her laugh softly. "Alright. Let me lock the door."
