"Shi Yan, I really don't want to leave Beijing, please hide me away."
Tang Suxin softened her voice, her hands reaching out to circle the man's waist.
She pressed her face against his clothing, and from Shi Yan's perspective, her face was pale and tender, her dark eyelashes like fans, with a teardrop perfectly hanging at the tips.
Before Tang Suxin could rub against him a few times, her head was pushed away by his hand.
Her features almost squished together under Shi Yan's hand, Tang Suxin collapsed onto the sickbed, propping herself up with her arms to look up at Shi Yan.
She caught the flash of disgust in Shi Yan's eyes.
Shi Yan glanced down at his hand and an inexplicable emotion surfaced in his mind.
"Shi Yan, in Beijing, you're the only one I can rely on now."
Tang Suxin said to him, wasn't Shi Yan supposed to like her? Why did he push her away? This wasn't what Tang Suxin had expected.
