Qie Ranzhe was horror-stricken at a loss on what to do. He could feel his body gradually heating up but he couldn't push Su Xin away. Feeling the familiar thirst rise to his throat, Qie Ranzhe gulped before asking again. "What about Zhao Hua?" while looking straight ahead refusing to stare at that enchanting face anymore.
"Don't like," said Wen Qinxi sleeping like the dead on Qie Ranzhe's chest. Qie Ranzhe had suffered too much stimulation and decided not to ask any more questions lest he digs up old feelings that had been locked away in a vault for almost a decade.
Wen Qinxi woke up the next day only to find Qie Ranzhe sitting by the entrance of the cave with a blank expression. "Awake?" asked Qie Ranzhe with an impassive tone. The man didn't even wait for Su Xin to respond as he stood up exiting the cave.
