Su Qing held Su Ye's hand, showing no intention of letting go.
He just asked in a low voice, "Benefactor, how long will you be in there?"
Su Ye thought for a moment. "One stick of incense. I'll be out after one stick of incense."
After saying that, Su Ye couldn't resist pulling the white cloth up a little, covering him more carefully.
She muttered under her breath, "I can't relax leaving you here all by yourself. What if you attract some unwanted attention?"
Evidently, Su Ye's muttering pleased Su Qing.
For once, a certain someone magnanimously let go.
Just as Su Ye was about to enter, he repeated, "Benefactor, one stick of incense."
Su Ye gave a helpless smile. "Mm-hm."
She pushed open the door and stepped into Feng Wei's bedchamber.
Su Ye was taken aback for a moment.
Her room didn't look like a young lady's bedchamber at all; it was more like a room at an inn.
