Ning Guiwan's beautiful eyes widened slightly as she lifted her hand to block the man's lips, preventing him from coming closer.
Quan Yu looked at her, his deep-brown glazed eyes slightly intense, shedding their usual coldness and indifference, brimming with a faint tenderness.
As their gazes met, Ning Guiwan didn't say anything, but her refusal was evident.
Quan Yu took the small hand covering his own lips, kissed the delicate fingertips, smiled, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Okay, I won't force you. When you're ready, we'll talk."
Ning Guiwan pulled her hand back, her eyes looking elsewhere, refusing to meet the gaze of the man before her. "There won't be such a day."
Quan Yu acted as though he hadn't heard and glanced at his watch. "Auntie Wang is about to arrive. I have some matters to attend to tonight and won't be able to stay with you. I'll let Auntie Wang accompany you for your washing up. Get some rest early."
