Su Qing listened, his long, dark eyelashes trembling. He lowered his eyelids, hiding his crimson eyes, and said nothing.
But the soft coughs continued, one after another.
Seeing his stance, Su Ye said with a helpless sigh,
"Lower."
Su Qing was very cooperative.
Su Ye said,
"A little lower."
Su Qing lowered his head a little more.
Su Ye kissed him through her veil.
"Is that better?"
Instantly, a certain someone was satisfied.
When Su Ye pulled Su Qing along again, he followed obediently this time.
As she led him away, only one thought occupied her mind.
'From now on, I'm never taking him out when he has one of his episodes.
He's such a handful.'
Just before they left, Su Qing lifted his eyelids. His gaze swept nonchalantly over Feng Wei, who was standing at the entrance. A murderous aura flared in his eyes, but in the end, he just scoffed. His gaze shifted away, landing once more on Su Ye.
'My benefactor might not understand, but I do.
