Qin Zhiyou knew that the more at this moment, the less he could appear overly eager.
Just like just now, showing a hint of guilt and reluctance toward Fang Rushuang actually made Lu Weixi trust him more.
After everyone had left, he quietly closed the door and turned around.
Lu Weixi was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but she was completely different from the bold and audacious person she had been just moments before. There was a trace of sadness in her eyes as if she had run for hundreds of meters and suddenly lost all her strength.
She was only wearing his shirt, which was too large and barely covered her essential parts. Just now, that shirt had given off a sense of intimate closeness, but at this moment, because she was so thin that even her collarbone was distinctly visible, it looked more like a bedsheet draped over her, frail and boneless.
