Li Fengchang placed one hand on her back, supporting it.
Knock, knock, knock—
When the knocking sound started ringing in Mi Shen's ears, she initially thought it was an illusion. But as the knocking grew louder, her wandering thoughts were gradually torn back to reality.
Ye Fuling's voice came from the other side of the door, "Shenshen? Are you there, Shenshen?"
The knocking became increasingly urgent. Had the door not been locked from the inside, she probably wouldn't have been knocking that way; she would have just pushed the door open and entered.
"Fengchang!" Mi Shen exclaimed in alarm.
Yet, Li Fengchang remained composed, slowly lifting his eyelids, his fingers stroking her hair. His gaze was as if stained with ink, pitch-black and profound, like a whirlpool that could sweep you in at any moment and shred you to pieces.
"Shenshen, come back with me. Hmm?"
"Not now!"
