Would her eyes widen in surprise, or would her lips curve into a subtle arc, just like that time she'd lightly tapped her chin?
Or maybe, like countless times before, she'd spit out a familiar "fucking idiot" before sending a swift kick my way?
Just imagining the moment after she heard him out—the silence, the contemplation, and then the instant right before she was about to speak—sent an indescribable, searing heat coursing through Shen Yuan's entire body.
It was almost enough to make him squirm.
That brief period of waiting was far more nerve-wracking than facing the toughest final question on an exam.
After eating and drinking their fill, the group reluctantly put down their chopsticks. The broth in the copper pot on the table had been all but consumed, leaving only a few scattered dregs and a handful of bubbles simmering at the bottom.
