Qin Shuang closed her eyes and decided not to bother with He Zhiyao anymore.
The ruckus he caused had her head buzzing, completely erasing the memory of the harrowing ordeal of the day. Perhaps too exhausted, she fell asleep soon after closing her eyes.
Only when He Zhiyao noticed her breathing had finally evened out did he open his eyes and pull the blanket off her face.
Her peaceful sleeping face looked so obedient, totally unlike someone who had just gone through a life-threatening experience.
He Zhiyao moved closer to Qin Shuang, draping his arm over her waist and burying his chin in her neck.
There was a faint red line on her neck where Luo Xingyu had scratched her earlier in the afternoon. She had cleaned the blood off, but the hint of red was still there.
On her particularly fair neck, it was very conspicuous.
As if a bit more force on that knife would have been enough to break her fragile neck.
Blood would have flowed like a river.
