The next morning, a soft knock sounded on Su Yaoyao's door.
Bleary-eyed, Su Yaoyao got up to answer it. Mingye's tall figure stood in the doorway, his resolute features outlined by the faint morning light.
Their eyes met, and a peculiar tension suddenly filled the air.
Su Yaoyao's heart suddenly hammered in her chest. She subconsciously clutched the collar of her nightgown, only then realizing she was still wearing it and that her hair was a mess.
She looked at Mingye with a puzzled expression, her voice still soft and hazy with sleep. "Can I help you?"
Mingye lowered his head slightly. His voice was deep, yet it held a hint of barely perceptible tension. "You haven't soothed me for the past few days."
As he said this, his ears turned faintly red. Thankfully, the dim morning light kept Su Yaoyao from noticing.
It finally dawned on Su Yaoyao. She'd been so busy with training these past few days that the matter had completely slipped her mind.
