Ning Chunchi hadn't even picked up his pace, but Jiang Yumiao inexplicably felt as though he was being chased. He rushed into the room in a fluster and even half-closed the door without thinking.
Tonight, Ning Chunchi had an especially intimidating presence.
Only seconds after Jiang Yumiao entered, a long, slender hand pushed the half-closed door all the way open, and Ning Chunchi walked in.
One reason the Cloud River Residence was Lanqing's finest inn was that every guest room had a different layout and decor.
After coming in, Ning Chunchi didn't look at Jiang Yumiao, who was huddled off to one side. Instead, he surveyed the room first, his gaze lingering between the two beds as though assessing how far apart Jiang Yumiao and Qin Yuan had been last night.
The room was spacious, and the beds were far enough apart to fit another large bed between them.
A hint of satisfaction flashed in Ning Chunchi's eyes. It seemed they had been a good distance apart last night.
Only then did he rein in his imposing air and turn toward his cowering little prey. "You don't need to move. I'll bring my luggage over in a bit."
Seeing Ning Chunchi return to his usual gentle, refined self, Jiang Yumiao finally relaxed and said, "Okay."
Then he noticed that Ning Chunchi seemed to be looking behind him.
What was behind him?
Jiang Yumiao turned to follow his gaze and saw a pink envelope on his bedside table.
He had left it there in a hurry after reading the letter that morning, intending to put it away properly when he returned that evening.
Afraid Ning Chunchi would think he was treating his letter carelessly, Jiang Yumiao hurried to explain.
Ning Chunchi's eyes were dark and unreadable as he gave a slight