Just like a shocking storm, his desire gradually subsided until all was calm.
Touching her smooth back like mutton-fat jade, Gong Shaofan whispered, "You don't have to stay with me tonight. Go back and get some sleep."
"...Alright."
Min Yue's voice was flat, devoid of any movement. She mechanically got up and dressed in her nightwear.
"Goodnight, Yue." He watched her, without blinking.
"Goodnight."
Min Yue, feeling no emotion at all, finished talking and walked out.
She understood her position.
Jealous? He was overestimating her.
Watching Min Yue walk out like a shadow without presence, Gong Shaofan, who always appeared indifferent, showed a trace of faint resentment in his eyes.
...
The next day, Yuanya and Qiao Min went to the art gallery early in the morning.
Gong Shaofan had no objection, letting her go out to enjoy herself and hint at something to someone...
Min Yue went along this time as well.