"Of course, I wouldn't," Ye Gaosheng said, his gaze subconsciously drifting towards Qingyue sitting next to him.
However, he was unable to detect any discomfort on her face, which inevitably left him somewhat disappointed.
As a guest, Qingyue was currently living in the same courtyard as Ye Jiu, with her room right next to his.
One night, Ye Jiu suddenly heard someone knocking on the door next door.
Then, he heard the sound of people talking.
Qingyue, equally startled, opened her door and to her surprise, found Ye Gaosheng standing outside. She asked in astonishment, "What's the matter, Sir Gaosheng, coming at such a late hour?"
"Miss Qing Yue..." Ye Gaosheng appeared extremely restrained. "I'm sorry for the disturbance. I came to ask you something. If you are not interested, I, Ye Gaosheng, will certainly not trouble you again."
"Please speak, Sir Gaosheng," Qingyue maintained her gentle demeanor.
