Ji Weixi was held very tightly.
She couldn't calm down—the scent of shampoo wafting from the person behind her left her mind in a mess.
Biting her lip and adjusting her breaths, she said, "L-Let me go, I have to sleep."
Her lips were slightly parted beneath his straight nose, and his eyes were devilish, and sparkling as if baptized by the waters of spring.
So fatal.
Ji Weixi could not tear her eyes away, and gulped unwittingly.
Li Shaoling was inching closer, and she held her breath.
That was when she heard a hoarse, quiet voice rasping beside her ear. "Good night."
The lights were out, and the bedroom was taken by darkness and silence.
She suddenly felt a hand over her hip.
Surprised, she looked down. Beneath the bright moonlight, the heavily bandaged hand was wrapped tightly around her, with some blood appearing over it.
Those fingers were long and thin, as exquisite as art.
