Lu Weixi was slightly surprised, but quickly adjusted her attitude, obediently letting him lead her into the room. The suite was scarcely lit, with only a dim night light on. But as the window was left open, the moonlight shone in, preventing it from appearing too gloomy.
"Zhiyou." Lu Weixi propped herself up with her arm.
Qin Zhiyou wore a quiet and neutral expression, his thin lips tightly pressed, his features smooth, revealing no hint of the subtlety of his thoughts. But Lu Weixi vaguely sensed that he might be somewhat restless. Perhaps he was upset because of what Qin Zhimei and Qin Zhizha had said about his father today.
He was upset, but he couldn't blow up at the banquet in front of so many people. Moreover, they were on a boat - there were no outsiders here, and it was not convenient to call other women. Was there only her left to - seek out then?
"I can do it myself, I can do it myself."