Carrying A Bomb

Lu Yi never mentioned anything about Yan Huan's face after that. On that night, he showed little restraint. He was never one to restrain himself from such pleasures, despite his cold and aloof appearance, a result of his repressive nature. Yan Huan had the truth of it. He just had a resting bitch face. 

Of course, he could have been taking revenge.

In the morning, Lu Yi left refreshed and invigorated. His vacation was nearly at its end, and Yan Huan had to go back to work too, now that she was fine. 

They often say relationships makes one less motivated, but he didn't balk at the thought of going back to work. It felt normal to him. Perhaps that was why he was unromantic.

Still, Yan Huan's view was even more unorthodox.

According to her, parting makes the heart grow fonder.