Jinxing let out a long breath, one hand still pressed to his stomach as he eased himself onto the edge of the bed.
"A week," he muttered. "Possibly two. That punch was personal."
Yunying had already slipped on her robe, tying it loosely as she stretched. "You were fine last night."
"That was before I was assaulted in my own bedroom."
She ignored him and walked to the vanity, brushing her hair back with her fingers.
Morning light spilled across the room, pale and calm.
"I messaged the housewives before I slept," she said casually.
Jinxing looked up. "Mm?"
"They replied this morning. One of them invited me over."
His expression shifted slightly. "To her place?"
"Yes," Yunying said, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of earrings.
"She said it would be better that way. Less attention."
Jinxing nodded slowly. "Smart. Neutral ground for you, but familiar territory for them."
She met his eyes in the mirror. "Which is why I need to look good."
"You always—"
