Qin Zhiyou's eyes narrowed slightly, and he still stood by the door, remaining silent throughout. Lu Weixi gathered her documents and personal items, picked out a few pieces of seasonal clothing, and packed them into an inconspicuous small bag that, from the outside, really disguised its contents.
Lu Weixi quickly realized she also needed to tidy up some documents in the study, which meant she had to leave the bedroom and go there. But there was one thing in her way. Qin Zhiyou was standing by the door.
She set down her small bag and headed straight to the door. Qin Zhiyou stood motionless, but as she passed by, he suddenly reached out, grabbing her arm.
Lu Weixi paused for a moment. Qin Zhiyou's fingertips were cool, and his grip was gentle, more a barrier than a forceful retention. She did not react violently or even look at him; instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the door and asked indifferently, "Do you need something?"