"All right, let's go! Give Zhu Zhuqing some time alone!"
"Okay!"
In the middle of the night-
Zhu Zhuqing slipped quietly into the courtyard, her shadow stretching long and slender in the moonlight.
She had just reached the covered walkway when a soft sound suddenly came from behind her. Su Yu had appeared there at some point and raised a hand to pat her gently on the shoulder.
"Who?!"
Zhu Zhuqing reacted extremely quickly, turning almost on instinct. Her fist shot toward him with a sharp rush of wind, the movement crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.
Su Yu was already prepared. He shifted slightly to the side, easily dodging her punch, and said in a low voice:
"It's me."
Only when her fist struck empty air did Zhu Zhuqing see who it was. Her taut body immediately relaxed, and a trace of apology flashed in her eyes:
"Teacher Su? Sorry, I didn't notice you."
She withdrew her fist, her fingertips still trembling slightly. Clearly, she had put real force into that blow.
Looking at her somewhat pale face, Su Yu frowned slightly and asked:
"You're back so late. Have you eaten?"
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting a small patch of shadow beneath them. Her voice was as soft as a whisper scattered by the wind:
"I have."
No sooner had she spoken than a clear growl came from her stomach, particularly loud in the silent night.
A faint blush instantly spread across Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks. She instinctively pressed a hand against her stomach and lowered her head even further, heat spreading to the tips of her ears. She was clearly somewhat embarrassed.
Seeing this, Su Yu could not help clearing his throat softly, his tone gentler:
"Stop trying to tough it out. Rongrong and