The Last Words
編輯: Larbre Studio
His large hand held onto her small hand, and his warmth was plastered on her skin. Yin Shuiling lifted her gaze and looked at the man's marble-like eyes, she was quiet for a few seconds before she asked him, "Older Brother, what do you think of my recent performance?"
Yin Muchen did not understand her question.
At this moment, there was the sound of the ringtone. He received a call.
He took his phone out and answered it. "Hello… I got it, I will come right now…"
Yin Muchen hung up and stood up. "Shuiling, I have something to attend to. I have to go and get busy now."
He headed out the door.
After his back profile disappeared from Yin Shuiling's line of vision, she withdrew her gaze. She was quiet as she placed all of the vegetables back before washing the dishes.
After completing all the tasks, she went back to her room.