At 2:23 a.m., outside the Huo family villa.

Qin Yao unbuckled Ye Leyao’s seatbelt, glancing at him with a soft expression. “Are you ready?”

Ye Leyao took a deep breath and then shook his head slightly.

Qin Yao chuckled, the warmth of the soft light highlighting the redness around his eyes.

They exchanged glances for a moment before Ye Leyao gathered the courage to speak, only to lose it just as quickly. “Do you think my parents won’t be mad enough to hit me?”

“They won’t,” Qin Yao reassured him.

Ye Leyao sighed once again.

In truth, before coming to …