His warm breath came closer. Xia Ruoxin numbly lay down. She closed her eyes shut and waited for the torture to begin. However, there was no sign of movement from the man beside her.
She opened her eyes. The man was looking at her with contempt. "You really thought that I liked to touch you?" he sneered. He turned around to cover himself with the blanket.
Xia Ruoxin tugged at the corner of the blanket and squeezed herself into a ball. The two of them were lying so close on the bed but there was no love between them—only hatred.
What she was not aware was that Chu Lui, who had his back towards her, was tightly holding his fingers. A look of slight embarrassment flashed across his eyes. He realized that he had just shown compassion towards the woman.
Especially the way she had behaved. He had been that soft-hearted.
