It was truly baffling.
After the meal, Rong Lian led Liang Siwen into the bedroom to talk. Rong Xi invited Qin Ke to sit in the study, while Chen Chuangu, alone and helpless, unexpectedly struck up an animated conversation with Golden Lucky.
Study.
Rong Xi stood by the candles, trimming their wicks. Only after the candlelight grew brighter did he calm his emotions and turn to ask, "Regarding Cotton, what insights does Brother Sizhi have?"
His hands were hidden in his sleeves, trembling faintly.
Qin Ke stood tall and jade-like several steps away. Hearing this, he said, "What you desire is also what I desire."
The man's features were breathtakingly magnificent, made ever more bewitching by the flickering candlelight.
Rong Xi had never been one to care about appearances, yet he felt Qin Ke's looks were a sight seen only once in this world.
Sweat formed in his palms. He abruptly turned his head, letting his gaze fall upon the desk rather than meeting Qin Ke's eyes again.
"Brother Sizhi has come from the Northern Frontier and must be weary. You should return to your room, bathe, and rest."
The youth's expression finally lost its composure. Seeing this, Qin Ke's heart softened further.
I must not be too rash, he silently warned himself.
"I wish to see what Cotton looks like. Eldest Brother would not begrudge me that, would he?" Qin Ke suppressed the words he truly wished to say and forcibly changed the subject.
Rong Xi felt both relieved and disappointed.
He walked to the bookshelf, took out a wooden box, and set it on the desk with a smile. "Brother Sizhi, please."
Qin Ke strode to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, lowering his head to examine the contents of the box.
Soft and white,