Jiang She rested his chin on Wen Zhiyao's shoulder, her pleasant scent filling his senses. He closed his eyes, immersing himself fully in the moment.
Jiang She teased, "It's night, and we are in the same room. What do you think I might want to do? It's clear you're asking a rhetorical question."
Thinking back to events not long ago, alarm bells rang in Wen Zhiyao's heart, and she immediately pushed Jiang She away.
She was purposefully maintaining a safe distance from Jiang She.
"I'm not feeling well today, could you spare me tonight?" she tried to brush him off with a generic excuse.
Jiang She could tell from her evasive eyes that her statement was fabricated.
He spoke with slight dissatisfaction, "You seemed fine while we were out during the day. Why is it that as soon as the sun sets, you're unwell? Is it that you don't want to spend time alone with me?"
Jiang She purposely intended to trap Wen Zhiyao, but Wen Zhiyao was not going to fall for his tricks.
