The young man's knuckles rested against her ankle, their faint warmth making Jiang Qingli recall the scene at the auction when he had gently wiped it for her.
Before Jiang Qingli could react, she heard Yuan Shimo say, "Ah Yao, I'll do it."
As he spoke, he knelt on one knee on Jiang Qingli's other side and took hold of her other ankle.
Yuan Shiyao narrowed his eyes. "Brother, you're frail. I should do it."
Yuan Shimo looked back at his brother, his gentle tone laced with a hint of chill. "Thanks to our female master's care, my health has improved considerably. It is my duty to serve her." The cat-like eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses narrowed. "There is no need for anyone to overstep their bounds."
If his professors at the academy or the other members of the research institute were to see this side of Yuan Shimo, they would surely be astonished.
