Qin Zhiyou remained still, and so did Lu Weixi, the two of them just continued embracing, neither speaking a word.
The house was lit, and in the kitchen, one could faintly hear the sound of the TV from the living room. The West Mountain villa area was quiet, with significant distances between each household. Apart from the television, there was only the sound of their breathing; she could hear nothing else.
Looking out of the window, far off was the bustling Yan City, with thousands of homes' lights shining above the silhouettes of trees, a picture of a peaceful and prosperous era.
Suddenly, Lu Weixi turned her head and looked seriously at Qin Zhiyou, "Qin Zhiyou, you like me, don't you?"