Yun Zhao sat quietly on the sofa without a word, the arm Black Glasses had wrapped around her waist tightening steadily. "In your dreams. Don't even think about trying to wedge yourself in, see if Master Hei agrees to that," he said, pulling Yun Zhao up to her feet and walking straight out.
Glancing down at the hand holding his—still that same steady, reliable palm—Yun Zhao could nevertheless feel it trembling slightly, whether from anger or fear, she couldn't tell.
Zhang Haike slowly stood up, brushed off the hem of his jacket, and looked at Yun Qi standing by the door, a smile curving the corner of his lips. "What does Xiao Qi want for dinner tonight? I'll have someone make it."
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