Mei Yilan's professional facade sharpened instantly. She sat straight, her emotions reigned in, ready to receive whatever news he brought.
Seeing her readiness, Shen Yu leaned forward, pulling his chair closer until their knees were almost touching. He reached out and took her hand, his thumb gently caressing her palm. His golden eyes were filled with an intense sincerity, shadowed by a carefully hidden, simmering depth of affection.
Mei Yilan's pulse spiked. She felt an instinctive urge to pull back, but her muscles wouldn't obey; instead, her neck turned a deep crimson at the warmth of his touch. She found herself trapped in the magnetic pull of those golden globes.
"Aunt, this cure... it may sound ridiculous to you," Shen Yu said softly. "You might think I've lost my mind. You might even judge me, or grow to hate me for even suggesting it."
