Feng Qi raced back to his room to shower. He absolutely couldn't let that man have so much time alone with Jiang Yuyu.
"Master, come have something to eat first." Jiang Yi drew near, took Jiang Zheyu's hand, and led her downstairs.
Jiang Zheyu gave a faint smile and gently squeezed his slender, well-defined fingers, following him down.
The two of them arrived at the table together.
Just then, the front door opened again.
A glint appeared in Jiang Yi's eyes. He raised a hand to smooth the hair along Jiang Zheyu's cheek, his fair fingers tucking the dark strands behind her head.
He was leaning in slightly, his gaze lowered as he gently arranged the young woman's hair.
Jiang Zheyu tilted her head up slightly, her clear, tea-colored eyes gazing luminously at Jiang Yi.
The sight of the tall, slender man arranging the beautiful young woman's hair was so lovely, and yet, so jarring.
Jiang Zheyu had heard the door open and was about to look over.
