Swiftly, Qin Zhiyou moved around the edge of the bed, walking directly behind her.
His tall figure completely covered her body. Even though they hadn't yet touched, his shadow seemed to envelop her entirely, casting her in a shadow. His presence was suffocating, nearly coercive. She was entirely engulfed by it, with no means of escape.
After a while, the man behind her finally spoke: "Wei Hui."
Her heart pounded fiercely within her chest, wondering what he wanted to say. Was he about to explain why he hadn't returned home last night, or was he about to discuss Liu Yiyi? Or, perhaps, given that she had assaulted his precious woman earlier that day, he was feeling upset and intended to admonish her?
Thinking about it, she indeed had not lived up to her promise. She had said that as long as he gave her living expenses every month, she could feign ignorance about his women and affairs, and she wouldn't utter a word or hold a grudge.
