C740 The Torture of Dripping Water

A soft feeling flickered through Pei Xuanzhang's heart, quickly replaced by a pang of concern. Yu was still waiting for him.

He walked into the room and, sure enough, saw Cui Zuoyu sitting at the table, resting her chin on her hand.

"Yu," Pei Xuanzhang frowned as he approached, "Didn't we agree that if I wasn't back, you'd go ahead and rest?"

Cui Zuoyu's expression shifted slightly