His voice trailed off.
"There's nothing going on between us."
Su Ye nodded as she pulled open the wardrobe.
"My dad is an old fuddy-duddy. He doesn't like me getting too close to any men."
'Good heavens, she had no idea what nonsense she was spouting anymore.'
'She was just trying to figure out how to convince him to stay inside for a little while.'
'If Su Qing ran into her dad... Su Ye could picture the bloodbath even with her eyes closed.'
Su Qing looked down at her, his gaze hooded, watching her fret, seeing how she was desperate but didn't dare to just shove him inside.
His crimson lips parted and closed.
"I can explain to your father."
His voice was soft, deliberately unhurried.
Seeing his insistence on meeting her father, Su Ye grew anxious.
Then, she thought of another idea.
"I'll go out and talk to my father for a bit, and you can leave through the back door. I'll have Xing..."
Before she could finish, Su Qing's soft voice interrupted her.
