It was still a tone of command.
One that permitted no refusal.
The brown-haired youth pulled out a chair, and Yu Zhizhi slowly walked over.
She sat down to the right of the "captain."
The blue-haired girl standing at the door clutched the hem of her brown skirt. She didn't dare turn around, praying that Lord Shen He hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Before her was a long table laden with food, but Yu Zhizhi wasn't very hungry.
A servant brought hot tea and placed it in front of her.
It was Yu Zhizhi's first time eating with this strange man. She was a little reserved and didn't touch her utensils for a long while.
Shen He's gaze swept over her simple face and landed on her collarbone. The friction from the coarse clothing had left a faint, suggestive redness on her skin.
'Such delicate skin.'
'She can't even get used to a common servant's uniform.'
"Why aren't you eating?" he asked.
Yu Zhizhi picked up her fork and speared a roasted potato.
