"It's nothing." Seeing Sheng Tianze come downstairs, Yue Hua Yin reigned in his flirtatious thoughts about Jiang Xinli.
Sheng Tianze's profound gaze, cold as distant stars, swept over Hua Xi. Only when it rested on Jiang Xinli's face did warmth finally enter his icy eyes.
The icy aura around him vanished, and he strode straight toward Jiang Xinli.
"Female Master, didn't you sleep well last night? You look a little tired," Sheng Tianze said in a gentle, clear voice, his hand resting softly on her shoulder. His cool, pale fingers rose lightly into the air, and a faint golden stream of light enveloped Jiang Xinli's delicate, slender figure.
Jiang Xinli felt the warmth from his fingertips and tilted her face up slightly, trying to read any emotion in his eyes.
However, his gaze was as profound and gentle as ever, perfectly serene.
Even so, the memory of his room being right next to hers made her lower her head with a pang of guilt.
