Pei Yuanjun reached out his hand and pinched a strand of Qu Moying's hair, twirling it with his fingers. Then, he raised his head and met Qu Moying's bright eyes. She looked at him in shock, not understanding why he was doing this.

"If I need anything, I will come and get it. I will leave it here for the time being." Pei Yuanjun loosened his fingers, and Qu Moying's hair slowly fell down from his fingers.

Then he stood up, straightened his collar, and glanced ...