Yan Qing swore that the first time had truly been an accident, and the second time had simply been an expression of appreciation for beauty. As for the third time... the third time really had no excuse.
What was he supposed to do next? Yan Qing racked his brain for his paltry experience with interpersonal relationships, only to sadly realize that compared to words and language, his primary means of communication seemed to be reaction images. Even when talking to people face-to-face, he preferred sending pictures through chat apps.
Saying "sorry" here was the safest choice, but it would definitely make things awkward. If he said "thanks for the hospitality," could he pretend nothing had happened and let this little incident slide? Yan Qing's mind raced as he imagined dozens of possible solutions in an instant. At that moment, his mind and soul resonated, and his intelligence reached an unprecedented height. Yet when he met Yaoshi Yuan's clear, bottomless black eyes, he felt as if Medusa had fixed him with her gaze. He couldn't get a single word out, and his unease made him feel as if he had been petrified.
"Sorry," Yaoshi Yuan said calmly. "I went to get another book just now. Did I wake you?"
"It's fine," Yan Qing replied instinctively. "I don't mind."
Wait, wasn't this conversation a little upside down?
Yet Yaoshi Yuan really did let the matter pass and continued reading the "Primordial Dao Venerable" comic. Yan Qing was relieved that she hadn't flown into a rage, but the problem was... his hand hadn't come down. It was still covering the peak of the snow mountain, without the slightest sign of moving.
What was going on? Was she silently permitting it, or did she simply not care? Ever since Yaoshi Yuan had grabbed his