The top of the steeple was very quiet, so quiet that one could only hear the soft sound of insects.
Xia Wanyuan and Yu Qian fell silent.
After some time, the temperature of the night dropped to a level that made one feel a little cold. Yu Qian looked at Xia Wanyuan. "Go in. Sleep with me tonight."
Xia Wanyuan looked up, confusion flashing across her eyes. "What?"
Yu Qian did not explain further. He only walked to Xia Wanyuan's side and reached out to hug her.
Sensing Yu Qian's approach, Xia Wanyuan's body stiffened slightly. Just as she was about to push him away, Yu Qian lowered his head slightly and whispered into her ear, "Someone's filming."
Xia Wanyuan narrowed her eyes. "Mm."
In this position, Yu Qian brought Xia Wanyuan into the room.
A small red light flickered in the clouds above the steeple, constantly sending data back.
