Lu Xize's face was still tense. He seemed to want to say something more, but Chu Yao had already walked out of the bathroom.
The conversation came to a halt.
No one mentioned the topic again that night.
Since Lu Xize was here, he naturally stayed the night.
The old house was modest but very clean. They lay in the room Chu Yao used whenever she came back to visit. Unlike the large bed at the villa, the one here was small—just big enough for the two of them to lie on their sides.
Lu Xize wrapped his arms around Chu Yao. The small bed forced them to press close together. He could feel the softness of the girl in his embrace, yet the Lu Xize of this moment had not a single romantic thought.
Chu Yao buried her head in Lu Xize's chest, her eyes blinking. Lu Xize could clearly feel the tickle of her eyelashes brushing against his skin.
She wasn't asleep, but she didn't speak either. The arm Lu Xize had around her tightened, but he also said nothing.
