Shi Wei lowered his head instinctively when that pale, delicate hand reached over.
Noticing her movement, he almost couldn't contain his laughter.
He responded graciously, rubbing his large palm against the soft flesh at her waist. "I'm so well-behaved—do I get a reward?"
Yu Zhi: "..."
A reward. That's all he ever thinks about.
Yu Zhi pressed her lips together. "You've already been rewarded."
Her gaze landed on the braided cord at his wrist. Her meaning couldn't be any clearer.
Shi Wei raised an eyebrow, and his expression shifted in an instant. The light in his eyes dimmed significantly.
He spoke in a low voice. "Zhizhi, are you—"
"I'm not."
Yu Zhi had already guessed what he was about to say, cutting him off hurriedly to avoid having to coax him again.
She pointed to the porcelain vase on the table, attempting to divert his attention. "Shi Wei, tomorrow, take these over to the old man."
"Didn't Secretary Li say he'd come to pick them up?"
