Xie Ying'an wasn't being too rough, perhaps out of consideration for Qingran who had just had her fill, so the ride home wasn't bumpy.
By the time they got home, it was already past midnight.
Their departure had been silent and so was their return.
The downstairs study had gone back to darkness, and it was late, Mr. Li had also gone to bed.
Mr. Li was a light sleeper, so Qingran tiptoed as lightly as possible up the stairs, with Xie Ying'an following behind her, watching her act like a thief, and his lips curved up into a silent laugh.
After climbing a few stairs, Qingran turned to look at Xie Ying'an, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her voice as low as it could get: "Lighten your footsteps."
It was almost a whisper.
Xie Ying'an quickly concealed the smile on his lips and replied softly, "Okay."
The sound of his reply seemed like a thunderous noise to Qingran's ears.
