If she really said it out loud, it wouldn't be about broadening his horizons, but an absurd, horrifying, and shocking tale.
Ji Qingwu wasn't ready to lay all her cards on the table for him just yet.
But her previous actions indeed lacked a reasonable explanation.
Gazing at the face before her, Ji Qingwu felt as if she had a bitter pill coated in honey lodged in her throat. The sweet and the bitter were intertwined, impossible to swallow and impossible to spit out.
Zhao Mingyan placed his hands on either side of the heated seat, leaning down and trapping her.
Ji Qingwu tried to retreat but ended up falling back into her seat. Now shorter than him, her imposing air vanished completely.
She was the first to look away, her gaze falling to her own fidgeting fingers.
His deep voice, mingling with the dripping of the clepsydra, made her ears ring.
"Ah Wu, what have you been hiding from me?"
