Yu Yanshen's gaze briefly paused on her face, carrying a measure of doubt and distrust.
Yao Qing let him look at her openly, "What, I already agreed, are you still not satisfied?"
The man frowned subconsciously.
In fact, there was nothing unsatisfactory, he just felt like something was not quite right.
He reached out to touch her soft earlobe, and for some reason, he felt an urge to bite it, but in the end, he restrained himself.
"Let's eat dinner first. Your body is your own, you know?"
Yao Qing glanced at the dinner he had brought over and took a deep breath.
"Okay."
Yu Yanshen gave her a deep look, watching as Yao Qing obediently got up and sat at the table, picking up her chopsticks.
She said okay, and afterwards, she seemed to start accepting everything.
Yu Yanshen quietly watched her finish her dinner. He had forgotten whether it was half an hour or longer, but he just silently watched her.