Unintentional Eavesdropping: Can You Cry Over Spilt Milk?

Looking at Yun Jian's small face that was scrunched up because her secret was discovered, Si Yi could not help wanting to pull her to himself.

As he thought so, he did so, pulling Yun Jian into his embrace.

The girl's fresh scent mixed with her own fragrance greeted Si Yi, putting a grin on the young man.

Yun Jian prodded Si Yi. She dared not make too much noise as Qin Yirou was still cooking downstairs and could only let herself be wrapped in his arms.

Luckily, she did not dislike how he felt. It was a feeling of faint warmth laced with honey-like sweetness.

Hugging the girl, Si Yi posed no other question. Whatever urgent matter he had was none as important as her.

Si Yi had only let Yun Jian go when Qin Yirou was done preparing dinner.

By dinner time, Si Yi had seated himself right next to Yun Jian.