"Let me in. Let's talk inside."
"No. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Just say it here."
"But Ningning can't hear this," Chen Yuan said conspiratorially, pressing closer to the door and trying to squeeze in. Half his face was already poking through, making Jiang Yao wrinkle her nose and shrink back, determined to keep her distance. He whispered, "If she comes out later, I won't be able to tell you this little secret."
"For real? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"If I'm lying, I'm a dog."
"Well... alright then."
Jiang Yao's resolve softened, and her hand loosened its grip. Only then was Chen Yuan let in.
He immediately closed the door, a flicker of imperceptible joy flashing in his eyes.
'Just getting in is half the battle won.'
"Hurry up and say what you have to say. Then leave." Jiang Yao crossed her arms. Her current resentment was as strong as her usual attachment to the young master.
