After dinner, Yang Xueying stood up, gathered the tableware, and took them to the kitchen.
Gu Qiyang got up to help, but was gently declined by Yang Xueying. "You're my guest, there's no need for formalities."
Gu Qiyang sat back on the couch, his gaze seemingly following every movement of Yang Xueying.
After a while, Yang Xueying returned to the living room and informed Gu Qiyang that the guest room was ready.
"Qiyang, you can sleep in the guest room tonight. Everything you'll need is prepared." Her tone was full of attentive care.
Gu Qiyang rose, with a tender smile on his face. "Thank you, Xueying."
After they both said goodnight, Gu Qiyang proceeded to the guest room, and Yang Xueying went back to her bedroom.
The night drew in deep, filling the whole house with tranquility and warmth.
Both Gu Qiyang and Yang Xueying were lost deep in thought in their respective rooms.