"I just borrowed this from the library yesterday. How about this one?"
Yaen Chi nodded, "Just read from where you left off. I'm listening."
"Okay."
Ye Wanting sat back down and read to him. Her voice was soft, gentle, like a breeze lightly brushing over.
There was a rare closeness about her; it was easy to relax when being around her.
After reading two pages, Ye Wanting slowed down, perhaps because Yaen Chi didn't interrupt her, she got engrossed. Occasionally, she paused at parts she didn't understand, carefully looking at the notes below, bringing out her pen and notebook to jot down and copy.
Later on, she forgot to keep reading, crossed her legs with the notebook on her lap—this position was difficult to write in—and she was hunched over. Yaen Chi couldn't resist and gently lifted her head up a bit with his fingers.
"Hmm?"
"It's uncomfortable sitting like that."
