Mi Yao paused, not knowing why, but she felt that today's Huangfu Jianchen was different from before. Previously, he was a carefree Marquis Xiao Yao; now, his gaze shone brightly, his smile hinted at a firm confidence and composure.
"Yaoyao, let's go." He took her small hand into his palm and then led her out the door.
The two of them walked down the stairs when the voice of Ruo Ling echoed from behind, "Mi Yao, where are you going?"
Mi Yao stopped in her tracks, then turned back to look at Ruo Ling, "Ruo Ling, I'm sorry, but this time I really am leaving."
Ruo Ling looked directly at the man next to Mi Yao, "Are you taking Mi Yao away?"
Her beautiful eyes remained serene, as if the incident in the bathing room hadn't happened at all. However, Huangfu Jianchen quickly recalled that day's scene in his mind—the water drenching her clothes, perfectly outlining her exquisite figure, as she knelt there, that small mouth...
