After a brief silence, the voice-activated light went out, and everything grew dim.
Yuan Shiyao's fists tightened, his knuckles turning white from the force and cracking audibly.
He had placed great importance on this time alone with Jiang Qingli.
He'd had a stylist do his hair and pick out his clothes, and he'd even chosen a cologne with a scent similar to hers.
To ensure they'd be alone, he had deliberately given Jiang Qingli an opportunity to make the reservation, then had the entire restaurant cleared, sent Ke An and Ai Bin away, and posted bodyguards downstairs to stand watch.
Yet for the entire evening, Jiang Qingli had treated him as nothing more than a friend, never crossing any lines.
Even when she got drunk, she only let him steady her for a moment before pulling away to create distance.
But why.
