Yu Zhen made his way to his desk. He heard her tiny footsteps following after him. Her steps were light and airy, but she walked with a purpose. He always loved that about her.
Even when Li Xueyue did not know where she was going, she strutted with determination. Even when Li Xueyue was losing a fight, she'd jut her chin higher up. She did the opposite of what others expected her to do.
"A desk?" she deadpanned.
Li Xueyue tilted her head out of sheer curiosity. Was this where he kept his poison? But where could it be stored in?
Li Xueyue peered at the mahogany drawers, but they were slim and thin. Nothing about this desk could hold a collection of potions, as he had told her in their bedroom.
"A pretty desk," she corrected herself.
