May I?

When Qiao Yu came out of the shower, he saw Xia Ning leaning on the headboard reading a book.

He sat under the blanket and looked at the book in Xia Ning's hand.

"When did you start liking Buddhism?"

Xia Ning stopped turning the page to fix her eyes on those abstruse sentences in the book. When she heard him open the bathroom door, she took a book casually to disguise her nervousness, paying no attention to what book it was.

"This book is very abstruse. I will give you an easier one to read next time." Saying so, Qiao Yu took away the book from Xia Ning's hand, "Don't read at night. It's bad for your eyes."

Looking at the man beside her, Xia Ning asked lightly, "Why do you like Buddhism?" As her gaze fell on his chest that was half-exposed, she became uneasy and immediately looked away.

Qiao Yu held Xia Ning's cold hands to caress them in his palms as he whispered, "My father liked it."