Yao Qing felt as if her ears had lost all sensation.
His head was resting on her shoulder, so his scorching breath sprayed all over half of her face.
"What… What is wrong with you?"
Yao Qing thought he was acting very strangely, and his behavior confirmed that he was indeed strange at the moment.
His words made her want to know what had happened, but he did not tell her.
Yu Yanshen seemed to take a deep breath.
"If I go home tonight, we can talk about it then."
"What does that mean?"
Yu Yanshen did not answer, but abruptly let go of her.
The embrace had lasted for nearly a minute.
Yao Qing looked up at Yu Yanshen, crashing into the complexity of his dark vortex.
Yu Yanshen was likewise looking at her, his expression seeming to grow ever deeper.
After a moment, he leaned down and placed a restrained kiss on her forehead.
Yao Qing heard him say,
"I really don't know how much longer I can hold on."
She seemed to think of something, her cheeks painted a shy, dripping red.