Scared.
She was scared to death.
She had thought he was sober.
But his eyelashes were so handsome, long and thick, Chenxing couldn't resist reaching out to brush them with her hand. However, seeing the multiple layers of lipstick marks, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Touching her chest, she belatedly asked herself: "Chenxing, are you jealous?"
It seemed that she felt an unpleasant sourness.
Could it be that she was really jealous, that she had fallen for him? But how could she like such a terrifying man?
Although she had admitted that she was his woman, she couldn't possibly fall for him, right?
He was so terrifying, capable of killing at any moment. How could she like him? What if he got angry one day and sent her straight to hell?
In the quiet night, Chenxing suddenly felt conflicted, lost, anxious... and a tad bit of a sentiment called lust slowly seeping into her heart...
Suddenly, he turned over, placing one leg directly on top of her.
So heavy...
