Not Ready

Qiao Xuan cast her gaze downward, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, she felt Shao Yunduan's warm hand enveloping hers.

A rush of heat surged through her hand, causing her cheeks to flush instantly.

"Darling…" Shao Yunduan's soft laughter filled the air, causing Qiao Xuan to startle. Instinctively, she withdrew her hand, mumbling, "It's getting late. Let's just go to bed…"

She didn't want to hear what he had to say next.

Whatever it was, she wasn't ready to face it yet.

"Okay." Shao Yunduan chuckled. "It is getting late. Let's rest."

Qiao Xuan felt a tinge of strangeness in his words. She hadn't meant anything other than going to sleep, but his tone seemed to imply something more.

Her blush deepened, and she shot him a playful glare before turning away and leaving.

Shao Yunduan chuckled softly.

Qiao Xuan's face grew even hotter. She hurriedly increased her pace, slamming the door shut behind her.