On stage, Yin Changhe and his wife were speaking.
Su Ruanruan didn't like listening to that.
She held a wine glass, admiring the famous paintings hanging on the wall.
Yin Zhao silently stood behind her.
He was very tall, and he stood close to her.
From behind, it looked as though Su Ruanruan was leaning on his shoulder.
Yin Zhao was dazzled by Su Ruanruan.
He used to be somewhat arrogant, but now he was willing to kneel before her.
He wanted to have her.
Wanted to possess her completely.
This craving caused him pain.
Yin Zhao's voice was hoarse: "This one is Monet's 'Water Lilies.'"
Su Ruanruan turned around.
Yin Zhao looked down at her, his gaze deep.
He asked her, "Do you like it?"
Before Su Ruanruan had a chance to say anything, he added, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
He was pursuing her.
Su Ruanruan realized it.
She decided to make things clear to him just this once.
