Su Yuan already knew who it was and smiled, "Come in."
Accompanied by light and somewhat uneasy footsteps, Yang Aoshan, already changed into a new outfit, walked in.
The elegant silk blouse, decorated with a sweet purple bow at the front, and the black pencil skirt enveloping her slender legs, which just slightly revealed a little of the fair calves.
And in her hands, she clutched a thick stack of Array Dao Notes.
Tall, elegant, beautiful, and intellectual, she was the epitome of a cultivated and well-bred lady at a glance.
"Su Yuan, recently, I’ve had some issues with my studies in the Array Path that I’d like to discuss with you."
Yang Aoshan looked up at Su Yuan briefly and then slightly lowered her head again, with a downward gaze showing a bit of nervousness and apprehension.
"I came over now to ask if..."
Before she could finish, Yang Aoshan was already pulled into an embrace by someone, her gaze quivering, her face turning red as she looked at the silver-haired, silver-eyed elegant young man in front of her.
Su Yuan’s lips slightly curved into a smile, his hands moving down to clutch firmly at the rounded shape beneath the black skirt.
"Ah?!"
Yang Aoshan couldn’t help but utter a low cry, her body instantly stiffened, and her elegant and intellectual face visibly turned red and hot, yet she did not resist.
"Su, Su Yuan..."
Yang Aoshan’s originally clear voice now had a bit of softness.
Unexpectedly, Su Yuan suddenly let go of Yang Aoshan, picking up the scattered Array Dao Notes from the floor one by one.
Yang Aoshan regained her senses, clutching her chest, where her heart was pounding violently like a drum, her previously stiff body now feeling a bit weak, and her mind somewhat dazed.
By then, Su Yuan had tidied up the notes, approached Yang Aoshan, and handed them to her, saying, "It seems a bit late now."
"Is it?" Yang Aoshan felt a slight loss in her heart, turned to check the time, and found that it was indeed almost nine o’clock.
Yang Aoshan gripped the notes tightly, hesitated a little, and asked, "If that’s the case, then maybe, next time I’ll..."
"Then tonight, why don’t you stay here... Aoshan?"
Yang Aoshan’s pupils trembled, her lips parted slightly as she looked at Su Yuan, who was smiling in front of her, only to feel the world becoming increasingly surreal...
One second, two seconds, ten seconds...
A moment later, a soft voice escaped from Yang Aoshan.
"Mm..."
The lights in the Qingming Main Hall gradually dimmed, only the sounds of their discussion about arrays resonating throughout the spacious hall through the night...