At that moment, the worry on her face deepened, leaving Su Yan to puzzle over her expression.
"Let's hear it then." Su Yan's voice was neutral, but if one listened carefully, an almost imperceptible trace of curiosity could be detected.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yao, who had been sitting beside him with her knees hugged to her chest, suddenly threw herself into Su Yan's arms. Her fair, slender hands wrapped tightly around him, silently feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Qin Yao?" Su Yan didn't know what was wrong with Qin Yao or why she had suddenly become so sentimental.
