A distant, mournful melody echoed through the second-floor sitting room.
The autumn sunlight beyond the terrace dragged its light and shadows gradually toward their feet.
Nangong Ye leaned into the man's arm, his Phoenix Eyes covered. His expression barely changed, all his thoughts focused on the Yang Poison as he slowly repaid the favor.
Only when the notes abruptly stopped and the arm around his shoulders tightened did he suddenly freeze. Then his lips moved, his eyes squeezed shut, and he turned his head without a word.
His left hand was abruptly lifted, his palm and fingers gently wiped clean, as the man's voice reached his ears:
"Feeling any better?"
"Let go of me!"
The soft, girlish voice was as cold as solid ice.
Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan released his shoulders.
"You were sweating all over and looked ready to collapse, so I let you lean on me. I didn't do anything-"
Nangong Ye sat upright. Only after the dust of worldly affairs had been wiped from his hand did he rise, hiding his left hand behind his waist. His blindfolded face bore an aloofness that kept others a thousand miles away, along with a little disdain he could not quite suppress.
"Yesterday, you did it to save me. I saw that your heart harbored impure thoughts, so I repaid the favor once. From now on, we're even. Stop thinking about this sort of thing, and don't say I only know how to take without remembering your kindness."
Xie Jinhuan had never imagined that after enjoying himself yesterday, he could receive repayment today as well. He only felt that this block of ice was truly adorable.
"All right."
Considering their debts settled, Nangong Ye finally gained a little confidence. His demeanor resembled that of a female CEO who had finished