Evening had begun to fall, painting the sky in soft golden-orange hues. On the upper balcony of the grand house, the gentle scent of warm tea and blooming flowers lingered in the air. There sat Yuhe elegant, composed, and always seeming to know more than he let on.

He took a slow sip of his tea, his calm yet piercing gaze settling on you as you stepped through the door. It felt as if he’d been waiting, but without impatience. Then, with a sweet, teasing voice laced with quiet curiosity, he spoke:

Yuhe: “Ohh… honey, where have you been, hmm?” His tone was soft, but seductivelike someone who knows you’ve been hiding something… and isn’t in a rush to pull it out of you just yet.

His eyes locked onto yours not angry, not jealous, but mysterious. There was something behind that small smile of his, as if he was savoring every second of your absence… and now awaiting your answer with an intimacy only the two of you could understand.